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As usual I was dragging my butt around yesterday after a great day out fishing Sunday. I do my best to completely wear myself out before heading home. For me fishing is worth every ache and pain I get.
I was puttering around the yard taking a few pictures of the flowers and veggies in our little backyard garden. I like adding lots of pictures to my gardening blogs.
It was a nice day, the sun was shining but a moment later I looked up to see dark black, really thick clouds moving and and headed for the house. I just got my butt in side the door and Mother Nature let loose.
The rain was so heavy we could barely see across the street that was instantly turned into a river. Then the wind picked up until I thought the trees were going to come down. We did have a couple branches come down and then it was over as fast as it started.
I heard on the radio this morning that a lot of people were going to be without electricity until about 10am.
As I was looking out at the river running infront of our house I remember a trout fishing trip my son Stephen and I took when he was about 6.
We were both pretty excited and had everything ready the night before so we could just get up, grab breakfast and go. Mom had made us plenty of food for the day and lots of treats and drinks so we were set to go.
Time for some bonding with my bud and hugs and kisses with mom were hit the road.
Steve never stopped asking questions all the way there. As a matter of fact he is still asking questions today at 23.
We finally arrived and headed off road through the trees to brook trout fishing heaven.
We couldn’t wait to get things together Steve wanted to see the water so we walked in first.
From my point of view the water was gorgeous and as smooth as a mirror. I picked Stephen up in my arms so he could see more.
I took the canoe off the Samuria and hauled it in to the lake while Steve carried his fishing rod and tackle box. It still took a couple trips back and forth to get all our gear and goodies in the canoe.
Then we put on our life jackets, climbed in and shoved off.
We weren’t there long before thick dark clouds moved in across the trees and by the time I decided to head back to shore the skies opened up and we were soaked instantly, right through to our skin.
What was the one thing we didn’t think to pack? Rain gear, DUH.
Stephen was kind of shocked at how hard it was raining and became quite scared. A few words to reassure him he was safe and we started laughing.
We got back to shore and ran to the protection of the car and a dry set of clothes. The rain only lasted a short time and we were back on the water fishing.
It’s one of those memories that we will share for a life time. Maybe some day he will marry and have a child of his own that he can share experiences like that with.
Heck if he does it soon enough maybe he will take his old man too.
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