Here’s a parenting story from my archives. Enjoy!
I would like to thank JJ Botta of The Disconnected Writer blog for sharing the following parenting story with me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:
Years ago, I used to fly fish for trout in the Catskill Mountains of New York. I had a business partner who introduced me to the sport, and I became a fanatic.
Now for those who have never tried it, or those who think fishing is just fishing, it would be a stretch to believe fly fishing is an art. But it is, and fly fishermen are serious about it. In fact, most of us eventually learn to tie our own flies. There is a special feeling of accomplishment for one to tie an artificial bug to the end of a line and fool a fish as cagey as a trout.
When my son was around six years old, I took him on one of my fishing excursions to the mountains. After camping out all night, we hit the rivers early morning, and I used every trick I had learned over time, but all to no avail. Around noon, disheartened, we went into town for lunch, where I treated my son to pizza, while I talked fishing to the others who got “skunked” that morning. Without paying much attention to the boy, I kept assuring him he could “have” any of the condiments lined up on the counter top at the pizzeria. He always took things literally.
Apparently, everyone’s luck was bad that morning, and the most experienced anglers were convinced it was the fly selection responsible for the lack of fishing action. Determining the exact fly to imitate what trout are eating on any particular day is essential to the art. We were all certain the “locals” knew something we did not, so a group of men, myself included, wandered over to the fly shop, where thousands of flies were offered to the public. The proprietor insisted there were no “special” flies that would yield more success, but we all knew fishermen lie.
As we continued to explore the selection, one gentleman I did not know noticed that the flies in one cabinet had a peculiar odor about them. Soon, everyone in the store smelled the flies, and there was no doubt about it. The locals had a secret.
Once we figured out the special make-believe insects were scented, we started buying up the place. Every fisherman in the establishment purchased handfuls of the tiny lifelike creatures in hopes of a festive afternoon catch. I bought three dozen!
The afternoon failed to pan out. Not a bite. I packed it in around 7:00 pm, and found myself back at the tackle shop in the company of the same fishermen I had met at lunch time. No one caught a fish. As we exchanged ideas and strategies for the following day, I noticed my son over at the fly display. I called to him and asked him not to touch anything. He did not respond.
Then, in a sentence etched into the memory banks of every would-be fisherman in the area that day, I said to my son, “What are you doing over there?” His reply was classic. “Nothing. I’m just putting more garlic powder on these fake bugs.”
So, do you have a parenting or grandparenting incident?
If you’re not a parent, memories from your own childhood count, too!
Warning: I might feature your story in a future post.
(Names can be changed to protect the guilty!)
I’d like to thank those who shared a parenting story with me last week.
I’m saving them and will publish some in future posts.
LOL Good one! That kid’s lucky to be alive!
No kidding, Jennette! Thanks for coming by.
too funny, I am not a fisherman but this story reminds me of the fishermen I know!!
Clay – Yes, it sounds like they take their fishing very serious!
Lynn: A great new site! Thanks so much for featuring my story. I still get a chuckle over it.
JJ – Thanks for stopping by my new site and for signing up to follow me. I’m so glad you shared this story with me and my readers. I get a kick out of it every time I read it!
I remeber that one, hilarious!
Catherine – Still funny reading it the second time, huh? Thanks for stopping in.
Ahahahaha.I had a good giggle over this. (And these days I need a good giggle) That poor kid. I’s a good thing he is still among us. *wink*
Robyn – Glad you got a giggle out of this. I can imagine how wiped out you are from playing nursemaid to the family all week. Hope they’re doing better today. So sweet of you to stop by to read my post when you have so much going on. XO