Fishing trip

I love fishing.

It stems from being a little girl and going

fishing with my Daddy.

My Daddy fished most every day when I was little.

Living right behind the Golden Meadow boat dump

made it convenient for my Daddy.

I was telling baby boy today that

I wish he had been able to make trips

fishing with my Daddy in the days

that you left before dawn and came back

at the end of the day not just with a few fish

but ice chests full of fish.

Those days are gone, most days you are lucky to

catch your limit.

A morning fishing with my Daddy began the night before.

First he decided which one of us kids were going to

go with him. He rarely brought all of us together.

Probably because we made too much noise and

would scare the fish away.

Sometimes we begged to be the one he chose but he

was a pretty fair Daddy remembering who went

the last time and rotating us through.

You knew if you were the "chosen one"

you had to go to bed early that night.

He would not put up with morning whining about

being too early , he would just leave you sleeping.

I really do believe he preferred not bringing us

but he never said it.

I always put my clothes out the night before

because if you got up and got dressed early enough

you could make the walk with him to Dufrene's bakery

to pick out your own cookies.

Every fishing trip with my Dad began with a trip to

Dufrene's bakery and cookies.

You got to have your loot in your own bag.

Part of your purchase was for breakfast

the other was for after lunch.

There was no coming home if the fish weren't biting.

You stayed until you found the perfect spot

or until you filled the ice chests whatever came first.

I wish I could remember what we talked about

on those trips. I wish I remembered more

conversations I ever had with this man I loved and adored.

The feeling I had being with him however is embedded

in my heart.

One of the things I am most proud of HOBL and I for

was that we had a boat and brought our babies fishing often

when the were young.

Fishing with HOBL was much different from fishing

with my Daddy but it was fishing all the same.

Now, because of that, our Baby boy loves fishing

and everything that screams outdoors.

Tomorrow he and I and baby girl and maybe KD

are going on our first fishing trip of the summer season.

He and I love the water and he knows

when I am his date there will be no talk of

coming home early or fussing because there is no fish.

We both enjoy being on the water and just that is enough

for the both of us.

Lake Buff, here we come.

I love time spent with my babies.