I can still vision myself in the rain....turning, turning, turning. Roasting seemed to last an eternity. The rain not allowing us to rest. In between, checking on my fishing pole. Propped up perfectly on a Y shaped stick, stuck 3 inches into the wet ground. The Y in the stick along with the most perfect curve toward the water, gave me the best angle to lie my pole down sideways. Just right I thought. Walking away, I caught myself dreaming of a big enough bite that would break my stick and carry away my fishing pole. Back to the roasting I wander, listening to the adults squabble over whose next to turn the mouth open, eyes wide, wet bodied, roasting pig. The campfire flickered as droplets of rain fall into the small flames. By now it was dusk. The smoldering fire gave me just enough light, allowing me to find my way to my fishing pole. The water rose to about 3 feet down from the bank. Current running slight swift. Reeling and tugging, my line seemed to be caught up in some rocks. The line finally loosened up a little, as it reached the dark lower part of the embankment. Reeling the line in closer, I still felt some tension. As the line came closer into the campfires dim light, I realized.... I HAD A FISH! I reeled it in, letting it hang from the end of my pole. I strolled back over to our roasting. The adults, now cuddled up under a brown tarp, sitting around the roast. "Nice Catch" they alleged. I immediately grinned. Although the rain was a deterrent, we eventually got our pig roasted. Most Impotantly, I came out with a memory imprinted forever! (It's the little things in life that we remember!)Take A Kid Fishing!
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