The catch of her life
There are many childhood memories that I cherish, but one that stands out most is going on fishing trips with my family. I’ll never forget the first time my dad and grandpa taught me , and the enthusiastic look on their face when I caught my first trout. Since then, I’ve longed for the day I could teach my own child, the way they taught me. It was two months shy of my daughters fifth birthday, and the weather was starting to warm up. Our local fishing lake had their “Trout season” sign up, and I couldn't have been more excited to finally teach my daughter how to fish.
It was an early Sunday morning , and I could remember the day like it was yesterday.
The sun had just begun to rise, my daughter was still asleep, as I packed an ice chest full of snacks and water bottles, our chairs, and sweaters just in case it gets a bit chilly. Once everything was packed and ready to go, my daughter woke up full of joy and excitement, ready to learn how to catch “fishies”. I lathered her in sun block until she was as pale as a ghost.
We stopped at Wal-Mart to buy her first fishing pole, and as soon as we walked into the fishing aisle, she instantly spotted the one she wanted, it was pink and purple …show more content…
The same run down booth where you purchase your pass, the same willow trees draping over the lake like lengthy strands of hair, and the same smell, like a mixture of carne asada being barbequed, and the trout we were going to attempt to catch. I searched for spots near where I remember catching fish, as If they were good luck spots. The trees that were there, were now enormous, and provided the perfect amount of shade. As I set up our chairs, my daughter stood patiently, watching the trout jump out of the water and calling for the ducks so she could feed them the pieces of stale bread that we brought from
There are many childhood memories that I cherish, but one that stands out most is going on fishing trips with my family. I’ll never forget the first time my dad and grandpa taught me , and the enthusiastic look on their face when I caught my first trout. Since then, I’ve longed for the day I could teach my own child, the way they taught me. It was two months shy of my daughters fifth birthday, and the weather was starting to warm up. Our local fishing lake had their “Trout season” sign up, and I couldn't have been more excited to finally teach my daughter how to fish.
It was an early Sunday morning , and I could remember the day like it was yesterday.
The sun had just begun to rise, my daughter was still asleep, as I packed an ice chest full of snacks and water bottles, our chairs, and sweaters just in case it gets a bit chilly. Once everything was packed and ready to go, my daughter woke up full of joy and excitement, ready to learn how to catch “fishies”. I lathered her in sun block until she was as pale as a ghost.
We stopped at Wal-Mart to buy her first fishing pole, and as soon as we walked into the fishing aisle, she instantly spotted the one she wanted, it was pink and purple …show more content…
The same run down booth where you purchase your pass, the same willow trees draping over the lake like lengthy strands of hair, and the same smell, like a mixture of carne asada being barbequed, and the trout we were going to attempt to catch. I searched for spots near where I remember catching fish, as If they were good luck spots. The trees that were there, were now enormous, and provided the perfect amount of shade. As I set up our chairs, my daughter stood patiently, watching the trout jump out of the water and calling for the ducks so she could feed them the pieces of stale bread that we brought from