The birds are singing in the trees, the geese are swimming with their young, the breeze blows lightly, the sun is shining, and its Father's Day.
What could be better than going fishing with dad?
As an aspiring cook, our youngest boy treats us daily to new creations which tantalize and satisfy the palette in equal measure. So, when he decides to go fishing with dad, well...there has to be luncheon to accompany trip. With lunch prepared and bait packed, rods, lures, all that was missing were the fish. Into the boat and off they go, puttering down the lake.
Much later, their laughter preceded the tut-tut of the motor as they came around the bend and returned to the dock.
First thing as he hops from the boat, a grin splitting his features ear to ear. "Wait 'til I tell you what the new foolproof bait is?"
Intrigued, I wait for the story that's sure to come.
Nothing was biting, for the first hour, but they were enjoying casting and telling stories. They paused for lunch and while eating, a pickle dropped out of the sandwich. There are no five-second rules on the floor of the fishing boat, so what to do with this pickle? Recycle of course. Not to go to waste, my son decides if it's good enough for a sandwich, it's good enough for a fish. Who is dad to disagree? Up comes the line and the bait is replaced by one bread and butter slice, carefully threaded into the hook.
The fish must have smelled it coming, he told me, because they landed the big one first cast!
I'm told future fishing trips will include extra pickle!