"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
In all of my childhood, I went fishing one time. I was at my Uncle Hightower & Aunt Evelyn's camp on some lake. My older cousin Kim, wanted us to go fishing. It sounded fun. We went down the bank from the camp. I knew nothing about baiting a hook, so Kim had to do it for me. Then I knew nothing about casting. She gave me a brief lesson, and the first thing I did was to get my line hung up in the tree branches behind me! I'm beginning to think fishing isn't much fun. Finally, I'm free, baited up and my hook is in the water. After quite some time, Kim tells me I have something and to jerk the rod to set the hook. I jerked, but the fish jerked back harder than I ever expected! So the rod sails out of my hands and goes sailing off into the sunset. We have to go back and tell the adults I lost a rod. No one was none too happy. least of all me. I felt like a failure at something I never really wanted to do in the first place.
I don't recall if it was later that same day, or the next, some man who knew Uncle Hightower returned the rod to him. Said he saw it floating and got alongside of it to pick it up. Fish was still on it! He kept the fish, returned the rod. That eased my feelings, and I no longer felt like the little black sheep that lost the rod.
It would be fifteen years later in an aluminum boat over snags and in backwaters of Bush Lake with Ode Mae, using a cane pole, that I came to enjoy fishing.
Did you go fishing as a child? What was your impression of it? Got an amusing fish story? Did you ever feel like the pariah for being ignorant of knowing how to do something?
Thanks for sharing!