Gone Fishin'

 

GONE FISHIN'

NOTE: My apologies to my friends and family living up north in the snow and cold. I wrote this blog a couple of weeks ago before the weather turned so rough! If it helps, we're having some cold weather here as well. But maybe reading this week's post will offer you all hope for a brighter and warmer tomorrow... 

Gone Fishin’ Part I

As a child, I lived on my grandparent’s farm. We had a pond. Fishing in that pond with my dad is my earliest memory of fishing. 

I learned how to bait my hook with a squiggly worm, toss the line in the water, and wait quietly for a fish to take the bait. 

Well, I was supposed to wait quietly, but that turned out to be the hardest part of the process.

We caught bluegill and sunfish in that pond. My dad may have hooked a bass or two, but bluegill and sunfish were my specialty. Mom cooked some of them. The flavor was great but I’d heard scary stories of fishbones getting stuck in your throat. That was not good.

My favorite fishing story from that farm, however, happened while I lived in Florida as a teenager. I was in high school when my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. The dreaded disease and the treatments he endured weakened him. 

The treatments were tough. Grandma did everything she could to take care of Grandpa. It was a challenge. He had trouble keeping food down. 

One day, he made the comment he would sure like some fresh fish. Grandma didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her hat and her fishing pole and headed out to the pond. She caught fish for grandpa, cleaned them, and cooked them just the way he liked them. 

But the invasive cancer and the treatment for it robbed him of his tastebuds. He couldn’t eat it.

Gone Fishin’ Part II

When Mike and I married, I was living in a house built on that same farm in Ohio. My grandparents’ farmhouse, barns, buildings, and fields had been replaced with a brick and mortar subdivision. The pond was no longer there. 

Our Lake

Mike and I bought a home on a lake in Florida. A place we could call our own. Before the wedding, Mike called me one day to tell me the rods and reels he’d ordered for me arrived. He bought me Zebco reels. Good choice. I had learned to use a Zebco reel when I lived in Florida those many years ago.

Our wedding in Ohio was exactly what we wanted. The next day, we headed to Florida, anxious to move into our new home. We hadn’t been here long when I stood on our dock and threw my line in the water. I caught my first bass from our lake. Now, that was fun. 

Though the bass was huge in my estimation, it was too small to keep and clean. Still, I got a picture with it, holding it out as some fishermen do in front of me to make it look a bit bigger than it really was. 

My First Catch

But now? Recently, my fisherman husband surprised me with new rods and reels. Real ones. Two bait casting reels and two “guaranteed for life” rods. (I wonder why I need that sort of guarantee, but I’m afraid to ask.) 

Anyway, I had my first lesson a few days ago on a sunny January day. We took the boat out across the lake where I would learn to cast my line. 

I don’t actually throw it out, uh…cast it... quite as far as I do in my mind, but I’m getting there. I learned a few lessons about backlash and I didn’t catch any fish. 

Still, it was a beautiful, sunny day on the lake with my husband. We saw some amazing birds, an otter, and very few humans.

I’ve come to believe this is the real secret of fishing. Not catching fish…It's catching a few of the suns rays, catching up on quiet time with someone you love, and catching a glimpse of the ebb and flow of God’s creation.

So, here’s the challenge… Create a little quiet time for yourself. Sometime this week, hang a sign on your door or your Facebook page that says, “Gone Fishin.”

Then...enjoy a day with someone you love.