Fishing for me is a lot about reminiscing about the past, remembering the fish that got away and going after him again. Fishing spots that I caught the big one and beating that water until another shows up on the end of my line. My Grandmother's brother is a farmer in Iowa, he has wheat and corn fields, he raised Shetland ponies, llamas, ostriches, peacocks, pigs, dairy cows and fainting goats but the best thing about the farm was the pond. Bill and his boys filled it with the biggest fish they could.
That sticks out for me, fishing on Uncle Bills farm pulling out bluegill larger than my hands, bigger than any bluegill I have ever caught before. It was amazing, almost every time i pick up a pole I think back to that day, those few hours. I remember seeing the picture in a photo album, and being back in town and starting this blog I had to find it. IT took me a while, I thought it was the only picture of me fishing as a kid but I was wrong.
I came across these photos while going through a shoe box of loose photos from my parent's closet, my parents don't remember the day. I figure it must be around my birthday judging by my eagerness to fish, jacket and the lack of leaves on the trees.
View of the lake from the cabin. I was about to give up after searching through two boxes of photos. I went back up and found the photo I was looking for but it is what it is.
I am glad to have these memories and thankful to my parents for being there and supporting me.
If going through these photos has taught me one thing it would be to take a kid fishing, they will always remember it fondly.
|Fishing with my niece on the DuPage river|
This post was inspired by two blogs
Nick the Brookfield Angler Ahhh The Memories
And Ken G of Water Dog Journal A drive Down Memory Lane
Thanks for all the inspiration guys