There are few things, if any, in this world that are as enjoyable as spending time with my family. When I speak of spending time, I don’t mean sitting in the living room watching TV and not speaking to each other. When I can lever my tired butt up and get moving, I find it worthwhile just to actually turn off the TV and DO something. Usually getting started is just a matter of inertia. Put my wife and kids in the mix and it changes from time wasted to time treasured. It may be as simple as playing a silly word game or cards at the kitchen table, or as involved as getting outside and going camping, hunting, fishing, or skiing.
I look back and my heart aches at the missed opportunities to spend time with my boys. I can sit in the corner and cry about it or I can make sure I don’t miss any more time. My hobby’s and interests get put on hold for time with my family unless I can involve them. I am not a martyr, I do this because that time with my family is worth more to me, its not a sacrifice.
Enough of my maundering (meaningful as I feel it is) and on to the point. It wasn’t easy but I forced myself to get moving, pull gear together, brave the overcast chill weather, and take my youngest fishing this last Sunday.
It was super. We climbed around rocks, and waded into the chilly water when the stream bank wasn’t working out. I taught him to use a spinning real instead of his old zebco and he did an outstanding job with it. I caught no fish, but he did catch a nice smallmouth.
All too soon it was time to go. Like his father he wanted to try just one more spot. Daddy knows where that leads- and entire day can disappear trying just one more spot, so we left. We will be back. Or we willl be somewhere else …together. Hopefully, we can get his big brothers to go and maybe even my wife.











