Gone Fishing

Last weekend I took Wyatt on his first fishing trip. What an adventure for the both of us. You would have thought the poor boy had never been out of the house! He was so excited he couldn’t stand in one place for more than 5 seconds. Which means his fishing line didn’t stay in the water for more than 5 seconds either. Not too many fish caught like that but it seemed the number of fish caught was not the point of the day, but rather everything that went with fishing was the highlight.

But with every great adventure there is always a bit of trouble. I was very afraid Wyatt or I would need a trip to the hospital to have a fish hook removed as he was learning to cast his reel. Fortunately no one was hooked except a few fish. After 20 times of telling Wyatt to be careful not to fall into the water I saw he would be learning this lesson on his own. It happened, right at the bank. I was a short distance away as he fell face first into a shallow area. He was out before I could take a step toward him with eyes as big as half dollars. He looked himself over then at me, then came the tears. As I dried him off I explained I had told him to be careful and with sobbing tears running down his muddy little cheeks he said’ “But I didn’t hear you tell me be careful!”

The tears dried away and he was off throwing rocks and chasing ducks. As we drove home Wyatt grinned ear to ear and asked, “Can we come back tomorrow?”