Nervous

I sent out the message I was going for a walk by the creek with my fishing pole if anyone wanted to join… the day was nice and it isn’t a normal January activity… but why not? Quinlan and Lorelei showed up…

I loaned Lorelei a lure. She was struggling with her casting, so we went up to a wider part of the creek above the dam. She’s not fished much, so I took the pole from her to see if her line was tangled in the reel or what, and I gave it heave and promptly cast clear across the creek into the weeds. Woohooo, look at me go. About that time, Quinlan yelled for help, his lure was stuck on a rock. Staying dry fishing with grandkids lasted about fifteen minutes!

Creek fishing has many challenges and while my grandson Matthew can come down and catch huge browns out of the same places, I think we have the magical ability to chase off every fish within a quarter mile!

I stayed on the other side of the creek, assuming I’d be needed to dislodge more lures. Megan and Brandon walked down later and we all had a parade along the creek…

Four dogs, Bagheera the black cat, and five people who would not survive if we had to live off of trout!

I’ve set the goal of cleaning reels, buying new line and appropriate lures, and practice casting lessons for all the grandkids! My dad would be proud… and the fish, maybe, would be nervous!

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