Fishing by Kay Kauffman
Welcome to the first in my Friday Phlog series! This week’s photo features an old picture of my oldest son, the Tominator (aka the Terrific Tomcat). This photo commemorates his very first fishing trip at his great-aunt Sandy’s house. She and her husband live in a beautiful gated community dotted with ponds that are kept fully stocked. When we were visiting them for their 25th anniversary luau (complete with un lechon – that’s roast suckling pig for those of you not in the know), my darling baby boy was treated to his first fishing trip in one of the ponds near Sandy’s gorgeous house.
No, this is not something I cut out of a magazine. This is their actual dining room. Beautiful, isn’t it? I have dining room envy.
Every time he dropped his line in the water – and I do mean every time – he pulled it out with a fish attached to the end. At one point, a fish jumped out of the water to get the worm hovering just above the surface. The fish were all too small to keep, so we practiced the catch-and-release method, although I ended the excursion with a serious craving for some good ol’ fried fish like my dad used to make. I tried to fry fish once. It didn’t go well. I don’t think I’ll try it again.
Anyway, he had so much fun fishing that a couple of weeks later, I bought him a life jacket and took him out to Union Grove Lake to try his luck again. We were there for ten minutes before he proclaimed to anyone who would listen (namely, me, as I was the only person within earshot) that he was bored and he wanted to go home and fishing at Aunt Sandy’s was way more fun. See, fishing at Aunt Sandy’s had spoiled him. Fishing at Aunt Sandy’s showed him what it’s supposed to be like, minus the ideal of actually getting to keep them. Fishing at Union Grove demonstrated the reality of fishing – endless hours spent staring at each other while fighting the temptation to reel your line in and cast it out again somewhere else because maybe the fish are biting “over there.”
It’s been a while since we’ve been fishing. So long, in fact, that we had to buy the kids new life jackets for this summer. I think the last time I went fishing was three or four years ago, so we’re definitely overdue. Hopefully we can get some fishing in when we go camping in a couple of weeks. I’m really looking forward to going camping with the kids and having some nice, relaxing vacation time with the family. I’m looking forward to a little bit of the same this weekend, what with the holiday and all. It’ll be nice to have Seymour home for two days in a row.
Have a safe and happy Memorial Day, everybody!
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Wow! I have dinning room envy too now! 😀
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I know, right? Isn’t it gorgeous? I think I had a picture of her guest bathroom once, too. The thing had a mirror, a small vanity, a mirror, and a sink, but it looked like something out of a five-star hotel. It was nice. 🙂
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Wow, gorgeous dining room. I liked this entry so much!! (And do I spy a writing metaphor in there? What is really like vs. what it’s supposed to be like? ;)) I’m jealous of your upcoming camping trip; I could use some time with the great outdoors!
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I had to reread this post to see what you meant – writing metaphor? Say what? But you’re totally write (see what I did there? :P) – I slipped a bit of a metaphor in there without even realizing it.
Ah, the great outdoors! We’re even going up north. Lots of hills and woods and solitude and by order of the great and holy Seymour, no electronics except for his cell phone in case of emergencies. Thank goodness I’m still allowed to bring pencil and paper. And if a camera should happen to find its way into my bag? Well, hopefully he won’t be too upset. After all, we need to have pictures. 🙂
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