Going fishing with Dad

How well I remember those very precious fishing trips that I went on with Dad. Call them fishing trips but they were really all about my dad introducing me to the fishing rod and the fish bait. I can still hear his gentle voice now, patiently teaching me how to put the bait on the hook.

I enjoyed every moment of our time together. He sat me down on the grassy bank of a river and then he showed me how to cast off. All the while he described everything around me. He described the color of the water flowing softly in the river. He described the trees that lined both sides of the river, and he even described the fish that I eventually caught. It was a little fish and when I told Dad to put him back into the river, he readily agreed.

We always had so much fun on these little trips. Dad always wanted me to be as still as a mouse so as not to scare the fish away. He was a patient teacher and father. He always had time for me and never allowed me to feel that I could not catch a fish despite not being able to see. Thanks, Dad!

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