Just insert Andy Griffith theme song here:
After his persistent asking, I finally agreed to go fishing with Joel this afternoon. I quickly grabbed a bag a stuffed in my journal and a Max Lucado book, expecting to get some good reading time in. We set off down to the creek and before long Joel had spread out a blanket and cast his line. And then the unthinkable occurred. My hyperactive, energetic, turbocharged, 11 year old brother sat down with his pole and a comic book, and told me we had to be super quiet so we don't scare the fish. I giggled to myself as I attempted to nod seriously in agreement. This child can't even get through a bowl of cereal quietly. To my surprise, he did stay there for a while. When he would move, it was just to re-cast the line or move to a different section of the creek. We met a different couple fishing, Caroline and Ted. They were the sweetest, and stopped by to give Joel pointers on bait and inform him of the best fishing times. In the end, I did not get that much reading done. But I did learn:
- 6-7pm is the best time to catch fish in the creek
- Those rubbery colorful things are called spinner baits
- Joel apparently excels at knotting his hook
- Time flies out there, even when your not getting any bites ;-)
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