Trout Fishing
After a long day at work, fishing was all I could think about. I left work at four only to race home. I was super excited to set in silence and enjoy the creek. Even in the rain fishing can be relaxing. Everyone in my immediate family hunts, fishes, or gardens. Small town problems include; knowing when the appropriate season is open, who is the game warden, and where can we buy equipment? I drive thirty minutes to find the perfect fishing place. I grew up inside a fishing family who valued the experience more that the thrill. This year was a little different. I had my grandmother with me instead of my grandpa.
Fishing is a time for refection. I don't care how hard it's raining or how cold it is fishing is my "safe place." The creek is a place of peace for me. This is the first season without the careful guidance of my Grandpa. He was a man of few words, but he loved fishing and bragging that he had caught the biggest fish. All the memories came flooding in while sitting at our favorite spot. I cannot even imagine how my Grandma handles it. Vincent Garland was the person in my life that always made me feel special. He would pick an argument with me just to see how I would react.
He believed in worms...
When I was young he said, "life is like fishing worms. You wake up and do your job. Nothing more or less." I always wondered what he meant by that. I hate fishing with worms, so I always opt out for corn or artificial bait. Being the head of the family had to be hard and I think he taught me everything about life while fishing. You have to be patient, respectful, and kind.
He would cute the worm in half and string it with corn. I always knew he was really talking about life. Grandpa had the patience of a jewelry maker. I can remember a time that he had me sit beside him and fish for hours. He would drop his line in the same hole, and I finally understood that patience was worth waiting for because soon enough he would catch one. If the fish was too small, we had to return it to the creek. "If you don't respect the creature you desire, then you will never respect anything." "You have to eat what you kill or gather." A small smile creeps across my face when thinking about the times I had been so excited to keep the three inch face, but then having to let it go. I hope that one day I can be half the person Grandpa was. He made such an impact during his short time here on earth.
Worms was always his secret weapon. Worms are like people, "the only ones who get to go are the ones worth their weight." One can apply this to people. Only the people who really matter get what they want in life and we have to cherish those who achieve their dreams. The first time I thought about college was on the river bank. I wanted to go, but getting the money was impossible. "If there is a will, then there is a way." He said that to me my senior year. Later, I found out that him and Grandma was going to pay for college if I didn't get scholarships.
They didn't have to because I worked my butt off and applied for everything. I ended up receiving a full ride. My Grandpa was so proud of me. I always wanted to please him. I cannot believe he has only been gone since December. Where has time went?
He will always be missed.
He believed in worms...
When I was young he said, "life is like fishing worms. You wake up and do your job. Nothing more or less." I always wondered what he meant by that. I hate fishing with worms, so I always opt out for corn or artificial bait. Being the head of the family had to be hard and I think he taught me everything about life while fishing. You have to be patient, respectful, and kind.
He would cute the worm in half and string it with corn. I always knew he was really talking about life. Grandpa had the patience of a jewelry maker. I can remember a time that he had me sit beside him and fish for hours. He would drop his line in the same hole, and I finally understood that patience was worth waiting for because soon enough he would catch one. If the fish was too small, we had to return it to the creek. "If you don't respect the creature you desire, then you will never respect anything." "You have to eat what you kill or gather." A small smile creeps across my face when thinking about the times I had been so excited to keep the three inch face, but then having to let it go. I hope that one day I can be half the person Grandpa was. He made such an impact during his short time here on earth.
Worms was always his secret weapon. Worms are like people, "the only ones who get to go are the ones worth their weight." One can apply this to people. Only the people who really matter get what they want in life and we have to cherish those who achieve their dreams. The first time I thought about college was on the river bank. I wanted to go, but getting the money was impossible. "If there is a will, then there is a way." He said that to me my senior year. Later, I found out that him and Grandma was going to pay for college if I didn't get scholarships.
They didn't have to because I worked my butt off and applied for everything. I ended up receiving a full ride. My Grandpa was so proud of me. I always wanted to please him. I cannot believe he has only been gone since December. Where has time went?
He will always be missed.
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