fdelano Posted July 29, 2013 Share Posted July 29, 2013 Sweet Trick In those days we fished with cane poles, woven line and cork bobbers. In the shallow, still waters of the lake that fed the deserted mill trace, even a boy could swing his night crawler to a likely spot. I sat, content, smoking my pipe and watched my motionless line leading to a spot near the perfect cover for an imagined lunker, lurking cautiously near the rotten log. My reverie then ended with my son's intrusion. He sat near, almost touching, gave me a big grin, his silence hiding his obvious plan as he lifted and lowered his pole to gently plop his bobber within inches of my own. I smiled as it sank rapidly. Too much weight. The weight that sank his float bent his firmly held rod double, its tip pointing at the large fish struggling to reach bottom. I gaped and wondered if the fish outweighed the boy with bare feet shoved into the bank. The fish would not budge, so he stood and slowly backed up the bank, sliding his prey along the bottom until it showed its moustache and white belly flopping in the mud. Still silent, my son and I wore huge grins. He now fishes with a priceless, antique split bamboo fly rod, loaded with silk, no. 6, waxed line, bought by me for my own pleasure just to watch him catch fish that I will never snag with my old crank reel and metal lures. He ties his own flies, taking pride in his contribution to the perfect angling combination. At almost any moment of a fishing day, I see him grin the same grin as he remembers stealing the big blue cat from under his father's bent nose. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonqueen Posted July 30, 2013 Share Posted July 30, 2013 Classic fdh, if ever I've read it! Nobody puts me there the way you do. It plays, in my mind, like a short 8 mm. What a wonderful memory for both of you. Clear, concise and so very real. A great read. I too, fished with a bamboo pole and the old red and white bobber, though mostly in the Ol' Miss; nudges my own memories, like the day I managed to hook myself, in the butt. t Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted August 1, 2013 Share Posted August 1, 2013 Beautiful, and well told. Being a lazy fisherman, my younger brother a fanatic, I relate to both points of view;-) Just got my NY license hope in august to fish the lake I caught my 'first' memorable heart thumping fish a bullhead when I was about 9 years old. Thanks for this it may get me off my butt to rig up the ol' poll and go out this weekend! Juris Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted August 1, 2013 Author Share Posted August 1, 2013 Take a young boy/girl with you Doc. You may need some help. No, that's this old shell. Fish stories get better with memory. MQ, my g'son hooked me in the earlobe on his back swing, his father--the thief--watching and laughing while he performed surgery. A few months later, they presented me with a spinner lure for me to wear in my ear as bling. That was unkind. I can't win. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted August 3, 2013 Share Posted August 3, 2013 The comments and the poem make great slapstick! Had me in 'stitches'! (uhm, sorry about that pun...) (No, I'm not sorry enough to take it back) - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted August 3, 2013 Author Share Posted August 3, 2013 OK Dave. It took me awhile to appreciate the old/modern humor. My son is reliving his youth through his son/clone. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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