Its been a good long time since I was ten years old. Recently I was out fishing with my grandson who just completed his first decade. He caught back to back smallmouth. They both established a new personal best for him.
Watching his excitement and awe at hooking, fighting, and landing a couple of really feisty bass was like an instant play back for me. Remember how back when you were a kid you became so truly excited it encompassed your whole being from the tip of your toes to the top of your head? Well it has been a lot of fish ago since I have been that thrilled with hooking up with a worthy fish. Seeing Casey’s full body excitement was totally infectious for me because through him I felt that dimly remembered ten year old rush.
When I was a boy catch and release wasn’t even in the english vocabulary. Every one caught ended in the frying pan. That was a different era. Now, teaching this boy to return his trophies to the lake was like fast forwarding through a whole lot of learning and changing over nearly sixty years. Through the magic of digital photography Caseys’ trophies can live forever.
Kids truly are a gift from God.
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