Gigi’s First Fish
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I cannot actually remember when I caught my first fish. Dad took us fishing a good bit. He was a member of the local Isaac Walton league and they had a huge piece of land smack in the middle of Fairfax County, VA where we would do ti fish, target shoot, practice archery, camp, etc. Anyway, I know I have caught a fair share of fish in my life. I’m pretty sure I’ve never kept one, though. I tossed them all back.
Gigi caught her first fish Sunday night. My aunt and uncle live in a big community that has some very large lots. Well, “lot” is the wrong word. In part of the community, the lots are more like farms. My cousins have become close with a man who has grown sons, but still has a lot of work that needs done on his farm. The cousins help with the work and in return they get to raise all their livestock on his property. Two of my cousins are heavily into 4H, so they have cows, pigs, and chickens going on right now.
Anyway, after we spent adequate time with all the animals, we went fishing in one of the large ponds this guy has on his property. Gigi fished with my cousin Lauren. She caught a bass almost as soon as she started. My nephew also caught one, mere seconds before Gigi. I caught a fish, too, but it was a surprise. I had been ready to cast my line when a bat swooped in front of me and scared me. My line went out all of three feet and then I took my time getting it back in, because I was chatting with my aunt. Out of the blue, a little guy bit and I had a fish. Almost too easy, really.
There’s very little that feels better than going out into the natural wilds that we have left with your kids and showing them how things “used to be.”
I can’t wait until my kids are old enough to go camping. I’ve taken Owen fishing before, but the last two times he’s grabbed the bait, thrown it into the water and told me that it’s faster to feed the fish that way.
You’d think I’d learned after the first time.
Awww…Liza fishing…that’s cute.
I used to go fishing on my grandpa’s pond in MS.
He always had it restocked every couple of years and the catfish were great.
But as I get older, I find that I like flyfishing for the peace and quiet.
It’s something that you can really only teach older kids, if your kids are excitable.
It taught me patience and how to enjoy nature quietly because when you’re silent, you get to hear all the things that you take for granted.
Little Liza’s first fish…that’s a song in the making.