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A Fishing Tale


I'm not much for fishing. Not at all. Please don't invite me. I have zero interest in putting wet, wiggly worms on hooks. I'm even less interested in taking desperate fish from said hook and into a bucket for death. Did I mention that catfish BITE?

My big nephew loves to fish. He's very outdoorsy. And he's really, really good at it. He could fish all day and seemingly feed the world with his catch. I'd rather he throw them all back in. Sometimes he does. But sometimes he keeps the big ones for his Gran to eat. She loves to eat fish. Not as much as she loves chocolate but fish are definitely in the top five.

The dogs love to go fishing with my big nephew. They think it's a lot of fun walking around in the pond muck and watching the fish flying in the air. Little Guy wants to help. The look on his face seems to be "I'll get it! I'll get it!" Ladybug prefers to supervise from higher ground. She prefers to not get her feet dirty. I don't know how she manages that but she does. Every time. Not a speck of dirt on that long hair. Sunshine is right by his side for every move. She tries not to repeat the mistakes of her puppyhood. During her first experience fishing, she dove from the pier into the water in a vain attempt to "catch" the bobbing cork. Needless to say, all the fish scrambled and her grandaddy was not amused. Especially when she couldn't figure out how to get back on the pier. He had to get off the pier and into the muck to coax her out of the water. The fishing ended for the day while I cleaned a very stinky pup. Now she watches closely but generally leaves the fishing to the humans.

My youngest nephew got his first chance to fish a few months ago. Of course, he didn't really fish. He's only two. He watched with his big, blue eyes trained on a teenager he adores. Said teenager offered to let him "pet" the fish. That solemn little face went left to right as he declined the offer. Smart boy. He wants to touch a stinky fish? We went out into the pasture and petted a few cows and one big bull. But that's another story.
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