Yesterday I promised my three year old grandson I would take him fishing today if it did not rain. We even stopped to purchase some night crawlers so we would be all ready to go. But the weather did not cooperate so we stayed home and practiced letters, “A” and “B”, went to a mall, played on their tree house, and rode the carousel. The weather tomorrow is supposed to be sunny so it looks good for us.
My youngest daughter who happens to like to fish lives with us. I am blessed by having a good grandson with me nearly all the time. When we are not playing T ball or some type of ball game we practice casting. We bought him a “Diego” fishing rod not quite three feet long equipped with a Zebco reel earlier in the spring. I taught him how to hold the button in and let go just in time to cast the line. Every week we practice casting in the front yard. He is able to cast by himself, set the hook by himself, and reel a fish in by himself. Grandpa still has to bait the hook, tie the knots, and remove the hook from the fish’s mouth.
There is a park near us that has some small blue gill, bullheads, and some bass. Whenever I take him there, he always catches something. When he caught his first fish he said, “Can we do it again?” He has caught nearly twenty fish so far this year. Of course we catch and release to let the fish grow a little. He is becoming a chip off the old proverbial block.
From the 8th to the 22nd of August my two other grandsons ages, twelve and seven, who live out of state, came to spend a couple weeks. I bought them each a rod of their own. We went to the same lake as usual. While I was still setting up the poles for my two grandsons, the three year old had already caught two fish. Of course when grandpa takes three grandsons fishing there is no point in bringing a rod for him. The fun is in baiting the hooks, watching them catch the fish, and removing the hooks from the caught fish. The two older boys had never been fishing before. But with grandpa’s careful instruction they both caught their first fish ever.
Fishing is great sport. I’ve never been very good myself, even though I maintain two tackle boxes of equipment. I believe it’s important to teach children while they are young how much fun fishing is. While living in Alaska I would take my eight year old son salmon fishing. I would set the hook and let him land the fish. That was a great time as the other fishermen would cheer him on while he was landing a salmon.
There are a lot of ways to make lasting bonds with our grandchildren. I want to be remembered as the grandpa who taught them how to love God. I want to be remembered as the grandpa who would take them fishing and not get angry and curse when lines get tangled up, or trees were caught, or a hook snagged a rock or log, or a rod was dropped into the water. I want to be remembered as the grandpa who loved them enough to spend time with them. The best part of being a grandfather is the fun we have with our grandchildren. Whenever I mention fishing my grandson is ready to go. Now my seven year old granddaughter is asking me to take her. One night after school we’ll make it.