Gone Fishin'...

The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.
~~~~~John Buchan


Okay, so maybe I'm just dreaming of going fishing. Yup, I lurve to fish. It's been a good long while since I had the ol' pole out and was actually able to throw hook, line and sinker into a serene spot of water. But... it's getting to be that time of year. The 2 oldest piglets are about the right age to start teaching them the finer points of casting and being quiet while waiting on them little fishies to take that first bite. Getting them to sit still for longer than 2 minutes is another matter.

There's a good size lake that's real close to home, Kincaid Lake. Just a few miles from my front door, it is. Or, I could venture further afield and travel down the road a piece to Lake Cumberland. Then I'd be back in my old stompin', rather, my old fishing grounds. It used to be one of our favorite places to take the youngins' when they were around that "training" age. We'd pack a lunch, dig some worms, grab the poles, load the car, and head down to Burnside, perhaps drive out to Fishing Creek. Sometimes, we'd be real adventurous on our destination and end up down at Wolf Creek Dam. We would visit the fishery. Phew... talk about the fishy smell stinkin'!

All 5 of my children eventually caught the love of fishing. It took them a while but they finally realized it was necessary to be semi-quiet when we were on the edges of the lakes with those trusty little Zebco's and the squishy worms firmly attached to the hooks. So they thought... Most times, we would just be feeding the fish those wiggly night crawlers. Good times they were, sitting on the banks enjoying the sunshine, tickled to be enticing a little fish with a worm and laughing at the ones that got away. Every once in a while, someone would get lucky and snag a sunfish, maybe a little bass or even a catfish. Rarely were they the size big enough to throw in the bucket to take home to the fryin pan.


Yup, just like that cartoon, we've hooked some strange items, hoping that it was a big fish. I can distinctly hear the echoes of those days... I caught one! I caught one! And it's a big one!!

With all of my youngins' grown and living a life of their own, 'tis hard to assemble everyone for such an outing. I know I miss having that time with them. Right now, I'm thinking it's a very good time to start with my Honey Bunny and Booger Butt. No time like the present, huh?



And so it goes......