THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Monday, October 10, 2016
Fishing With Grandpa Joe
Fishing With Grandpa
I am the
first to admit, I am not a good Grandpa.I love my Grandkids, but old and cranky does not mix well with young,
energetic, non-stop and sometimes goofy.Still, I do try and when called upon give it my best to fulfill my role (sadly not as much with the NC
crankettes as they are not so close by).
Friday I was
on duty for the 8 and 6-year-old Pennsylvania crankettes.
crankettes love fishing, so my attempt at good Grandpa-ing was to take them to
a local fishing hole.I was coming off
of a three day cold, was in the hack-out-a-lung
stage, and had a mild headache, so I was playing hurt, but the two Opie Taylors
were very excited, and the 8-yo just got a tackle box for his birthday and
wanted to try it out.
has taught them how to bait the hook with a mealy worm, and they can even catch
and release the fish (blue gills) on their own.What they can’t do is consistently cast and reel without creating an
occasional birds nest of line that takes forever to unwind, or just cut and
re-tie the swivel, hook and bobber.I
now know why kids of old fished with a stick, line and hook…no tangles.
other real frustration was in trying to get them to correctly set the hook when
they got a nibble, especially the 6 yo.They tend to yank the bait out of the fish mouth before they have a
chance to get a good bite.It took a
while, but I finally learned the most important Grandpa rule: “If they are having fun, leave them alone
and shut the **** up!”
Fun they did
have, and I enjoyed their exuberance.They ran up and down the lake looking for fish
and yelling their finds.
“Look, a bass…a giant
30 minutes trying to snag a bass with a bare hook.Having learned my lesson, I shut up and let
them try the impossible.They had fun
trying the impossible.
from 10:30 to 1:30. We would have stayed longer but I forgot to bring the lunch
we packed… in retrospect probably a good mistake.
Cole, the 8-yo
caught 7 bluegills, Connor the 6-yo caught 2.Connor tossed his before I could get a picture, so Cole let him pose
with one of his catches…these two fight like most siblings, but while fishing
they are real comrade-in-arms.
All-in-all it was a great day, but I was sure glad to get home and sleep like a tired old Grandpa coming off a bad cold.