Fishing Relationship

I am fortunate enough to say that my father and I share a very close relationship. We both have the same morbid sense of humor. The same love for the cheesy acting in the original Star Trek series. Even a mutual involvement in the world of athleticism. But most of all, we share an extreme passion for fishing. We spend all of our time discussing lures, different casting methods and various types of fish. I’ve learned so much about fishing and my dad throughout the years, but I think what I learned most of all was patience. My father was born around the mid 1960’s, long before the complete takeover of computers and the internet. Due to this, most of the activities he enjoys are orientated around the outdoors. But ever since he was a little boy …show more content…
The eldest being 34 and the other two around the ages of 27 and 26. With the wide age gaps between us, these yearly trips were one of the few things we had to bond over. Being secluded from the outside world and satellite signals meant that we would spend our hours of downtime talking, laughing, and watching VHS tapes. Then we would wake up at the crack of dawn, load up our gear, and spend hours trolling around different lake beds only to come back to our cabin to have lunch together before repeating the cycle. When I was younger, the longest I could stay out on our small aluminum boat was maybe three hours tops. I was a very “unattentive” kid growing up. With my short attention span and lack of constant stimulus, I would become bored, quickly trading in my pole for some nap time on the boat. However, as I gained a few years in age and matured, I learned how to multitask. Now I know that if you can prop yourself of just right against the boat with your pole between your legs, you can fish and sleep at the same …show more content…
He was the middle child of six kids and was always forgotten by my grandparents. No one ever had time for him and he always had to face every problem on his own. But instead of getting mad or upset, my father would cast his problems into his hobbies such as fishing. Knowing he always had a little slice of paradise to slip into and escape from the world taught my father how to be patient with others. He never let hurtful words or thoughts of self doubt cloud his mind because he knew that if he waited long enough he would be in his paradise again in the middle of the water.
I learned about my father’s experiences in life on those same waters. As he would cast his pole into the murky depths, he would tell him about working hard and making his own path in the world. Looking at my father on those days of silence and fresh air, I learned how much of a virtue patience is and how it made my father the man he is today. There’s nothing more that I want in this world than to be like my dad and to make him