I wrote a song about my Grandpa Cowhick. He is my Mom's Dad. I remember my Grandpa and Grandma coming out to our farm to go fishing. Grandpa would be wearing his fishing hat, and carrying an aluminum plastic webbed lawn chair. In the other hand he would have a zebco rod and reel for him and a cane pole for Grandma to use. He would have been glad if I would have used a cane pole. As an eight year old boy I was more interested in casting and reeling it back in than actually catching fish.
Catching fish was an art. Grandpa believed the only way to catch fish was to be quiet. No talking, no rock throwing, no running on the bank, no wading in the water, and no casting your line out multiple times, (you should only throw it out one time and leave it alone). Needless to say that was a lot of no's. For me it was one big No as in No fun.
As an adult now, I can see the wisdom in his advice. It only took another twenty years but deep down I am still that eight year old boy. I still love to throw rocks in the pond. I enjoy watching a good long cast as it lands exactly where you aim. If not you reel it in and try again. I guess I am still learning. Maybe I am just not cut out to be a fisherman. I guess it is a life long process for me to learn how to fish.
Catching fish was an art. Grandpa believed the only way to catch fish was to be quiet. No talking, no rock throwing, no running on the bank, no wading in the water, and no casting your line out multiple times, (you should only throw it out one time and leave it alone). Needless to say that was a lot of no's. For me it was one big No as in No fun.
As an adult now, I can see the wisdom in his advice. It only took another twenty years but deep down I am still that eight year old boy. I still love to throw rocks in the pond. I enjoy watching a good long cast as it lands exactly where you aim. If not you reel it in and try again. I guess I am still learning. Maybe I am just not cut out to be a fisherman. I guess it is a life long process for me to learn how to fish.