A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
A piece I wrote is in a magazine!!!
(I’m very excited, please feel free to jump up and down and throw confetti in my honor.)
You see, even though I write all the time and other people (yup, I’m talking about you) even read it, I’ve never had what I’ve written show up in the mailbox in a format I can hold in my hand.
Celebration has been in order!
If you are a Wisconsin resident lucky enough to receive Wisconsin Natural Resources magazine you probably have already had the magazine show up in your own mailbox.
If not, here is the link to the article I wrote about fishing with kids. It’s not quite as exciting as holding it in your hand but it’s a close second: http://dnr.wi.gov/wnrmag/2016/06/Kid.PDF
And then, because I like to practice what I preach…
…or maybe because I just like fishing with the kids…
…or maybe because I just like fishing…
…and also because it was Grandpa’s birthday…
…we went kid fishing.
The fish were biting…
…there was chaos…
…and my family kept up a constant stream of teasing references to my article to make sure I didn’t get a big head.
Basically……it was perfect.
My mom and I took a trip to Colorado and despite the look of the previous post we did see more than fish.
But it’s possible we only looked up when the fish weren’t biting!
So I have this mother, and she broke her arm. But she’s my mother, so she’s still doing things that normal people wouldn’t do, like trying to catch trout on a fly rod – with only her left arm.
This is the family pier on the property where my mom grew up and still lives. I grew up there and visit often.
We have both done lots of fishing off the pier.
But never, ever, has either of us gone carp fishing.
He even had his daughter and her little princess pole rigged for carp. So we teased him about that too.
Right in the midst of a large amount of friendly banter on the merits and supposed fun of carp fishing, his daughter ran off to play with mine and handed my mom her little princess fishing pole.
Which is when I told my mom that while she could catch a trout on a fly line, I didn’t believe she could catch a carp on a princess pole.
But, if she has enough assistants…
…she can do that too!
And that’s when we stopped teasing… …and asked nicely for an adult-sized pole of our own to use!