I come from a long line of fishermen,
and women who fish as well.
My mom, dad, grandparents, and brother
have spent many days on the water.
Even though I'm not the fishing type,
the family history still moves me somehow.
So, when Griffin said that he wanted
to go fishing with his Poppy
we all felt a burst of pride.
On Labor day we all packed up
and headed to the "big pond"
so he could dip a pole in the water.
It was a big deal.
and women who fish as well.
My mom, dad, grandparents, and brother
have spent many days on the water.
Even though I'm not the fishing type,
the family history still moves me somehow.
So, when Griffin said that he wanted
to go fishing with his Poppy
we all felt a burst of pride.
On Labor day we all packed up
and headed to the "big pond"
so he could dip a pole in the water.
It was a big deal.
There was a hunt for grasshoppers,
a quick lesson from one generation to the next,
and a new fisherman was born.
We hopped in the boat in search of Griffin's first fish.
I sat on the front of the boat beneath a big floppy hat
I sat on the front of the boat beneath a big floppy hat
and quietly (as to not disturb the fish)
dipped my toes in the water as we waited and waited.
The fish weren't biting and Griffin announced
"I am not going to give up."
He held that fishing pole with hopeful hands.
dipped my toes in the water as we waited and waited.
The fish weren't biting and Griffin announced
"I am not going to give up."
He held that fishing pole with hopeful hands.
Finally, Roger caught a tiny fish.
Griffin became even more determined
and begged to go around the pond a few more times.
"My fish is out there"
he would say as he reeled
in empty hook after hook.
Griffin became even more determined
and begged to go around the pond a few more times.
"My fish is out there"
he would say as he reeled
in empty hook after hook.
When it was time to go,
he cried because he wanted to try again.
I think that he would have stayed out there all night.
They are going back this Saturday.
Griffin has a score to settle with the pond.
he cried because he wanted to try again.
I think that he would have stayed out there all night.
They are going back this Saturday.
Griffin has a score to settle with the pond.
11 comments:
Oh, that is such a lovely story and I am sure his fish will come in very soon.
So sweet. I remember loving fishing as a kid, but I haven't been in years. I wonder if it's something my boys would like to do.
I remember fishing at his age and having many a day without a bite. But tell him Karma comes back, it wasn't long before I caught more nad bigger fish then my dad and uncles who always took me fishing lol
What a fabulous, true life memory. I so relate to this and memories from my own childhood. Your post today is an amazing mirror of my most recent post on Post Lake and a post about my recent visit to Bass Pro Shop. Serendipity.
You GO little fisherman. Someday you too will be holding a fish just like the one my dad and brother held up when they were kids.
How Awesome!!! I took my kids fishing for the fist time on Labor day too!! I am behind on posting on my blog... It sure was an adventure, since this mom doesn't know one thing about fishing!!! ha ha Great pictures!!
great pictures leigh and great story to go along with them.
I think you're right. A fisherman WAS born.
=)
aww I can't wait until my little guy is old enough to go fishing. What a great little memory you captured here.
He is sooooooo cute. I love his determination. I love the teeny tiny fish your husband caught. Really beautiful pictures Leigh. What a great first fishing experience.
awww, I hope he catches his fish on Saturday! precious story and I love his determination. great pictures. I love your hat!
With that kind of patience he is a natural fisherman. I would have to bring a book along to kill time.
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