Isn't it amazing and wonderful how a scent can take us back in time? I opened my fishing tackle box the other day, and got a whiff of bug repellent and pond water. I was transported mentally back to the edge of a pond, with a pole in my hand, catching "horn pout", as we called them.
The summer evening was warm, and the bugs and mosquitos were buzzing all around. We got sprayed up good in hopes of not coming home with too many welts. A Zebco reel, bobber and fat earthworms usually guaranteed two or three fish per kid on any given night. We might have gotten more, but getting tangled in weeds or back-casting into the trees tended to waste quite a bit of time. At any moment, one of us could decide to put the pole down and catch frogs or chase dragonflies. My little sister would occupy herself picking wildflowers. We'd have a bouquet on the table to go with our meal!
Even now,for me,fishing is about the experience at least as much as catching fish. This time of year, I can hardly pass a lake, stream or pond without wondering if it's good for fishing. I'll get out there as often as I can this year. I'm going to take the grandkids and create memories for them, as my parents did for me.
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