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When the end of the line comes, we'll all have a few special days we remember. For me, one of those days will be Sunday, Sept. 8, 2013.
I took my boy (8) fishing for the first time. His day started at 5:15 a.m. when I woke him up. He quickly got dressed and grabbed the backpack we'd loaded up the night before. We drove to the lake as the sun was beginning to rise. We found our spot together and had lines in by about 6:30. We baited hooks together, we shivered together (and later, the sun warmed us up together), we whittled together with our Swiss Army knives, we devoured our sandwiches together, we threw rocks together, we discussed the finer points of casting together, we talked about life together. And around 11:30 when we had to load up and go home, he said, "Dad, you know what would be cool? If we could fish all day and then sleep in a tent, and then fish again the next day."I had to agree. That would be cool.
Here's my best buddy for life ...
Oh, we didn't catch anything. In retrospect, that hardly seems important.
-- Mark
That was really good to read, thanks for posting that.
