They waited ........
and waited........
and waited......
They baked in the hot sun and finally gave up, deciding they would try again later when it was cooler.
A few hours passed. The sun began it's slow descent in the sky. They grabbed the pole and enthusiastically took up their post once more.
They sat ...
and sat...
and sat.
I went out to check on them. "Not even a nibble", they told me. Ryan was a little discouraged and was ready to go back in the house.
I told him how Gramps and I used to fish all the time. Most of the time we didn't catch anything either, but it was special to sit there with Gramps, talking and enjoying each other. I told him that fishing is really about being patient and learning to enjoy the wait for the reward.
"Well that's the hardest part, Mom", he said.
Gramps and I chuckled and agreed. Ryan decided they could cast one more time but after that they should call it a day. I was a little sad. I wanted his first real fishing experience to be a great one. I wanted him to be able to look back fondly on the moments spent fishing with Gramps, like I can. I was hoping he could catch something, even if it was just a tiny little fish. But of course I couldn't control the outcome.
So I took a few more pictures of them and waited for the last cast to end.
They had almost finished winding it in, when something hit the line. The pole doubled over and Gramps waited patiently for the right time. The tip dipped into the water. Gramps made one swift jerk and handed the pole over to Ryan. I thought Ryan might fall over he was so excited, but Gramps told him how to wind it in. Pretty soon we could see a long graceful shape on the end of the line. There it was a beautiful Northern Pike. Ryan had caught his first fish after all!
Kathy
(Hope you all had a great weekend!)
