The Second Step

A few summers ago my step-dad took me fishing.  I was giggling and asking a ton of questions, not really taking anything too serious.  I’m a city girl in the country and it all just seemed so out there to me.  He gave me a pole, baited my hook and we sat.  I got really bored, but I was enjoying being outside.  Thirty minutes later we went in.  The next day, same thing.  But this time, all I was really interested in was getting a tan.  While he was trying to get out of the sun, I wanted to soak in it.  We did not catch any fish that day either.  The next day he wanted to take me out a little earlier.  So, coffee in hand I stumbled onto the boat.  He drove the boat out into the middle of the wonderfully, beautiful brown lake and in went the poles.  But this time something happened…I caught a fish!  From then on I was hooked, pardon the pun.

Now, I look forward to my summers being filled with days of endless fishing.  We board the boat in the early am and find our familiar spot.  If the fish aren’t biting we head to another one.  I have since learned that there is not a whole lot of talking during this time, just fishing.

Good Times

So, life on the lake has taught me:

1. Ask only yes or no questions.

2. Bait your own hook.

3. Beer tastes good at 10 in the morning.