As the air turns crisp, the summer sun starts going to bed earlier, and school buses cause me to make frequent stops I’m recounting summer dreams and enjoying their lingering loveliness. One day, now turned story, particularly evokes giggles and smiles from me. When my dear friend Rachel was in town we went to visit her agent and he treated us to the most delightful time. He took us down the river in a small boat and expertly navigated the rapids and told us the best places to fish. Wait fish?! Yes, people I fished for what might as well have been the first time in my life since kids camp fishing in a pool really doesn’t count and that one time with my dad when I was eight was ages ago. Now before you jump to conclusions I promise this isn’t your typical fish story. I’ll even clasp my animated Greek hands together like a good little girl and refrain from showing you how big my fish were. After learning to cast and reel in my line I got into a rhythm and just enjoyed the sunlight glittering like a million diamonds on the river as we floated on past the tangle of lush greenery dripping their arms down to scoop up the earth on the edge of the bank. Oh the joy and excitement though that caught my face when I caught my first fish! For the record he was decently sized but nothing to brag about… Then later when I caught a tiny fish barely longer than the length of my finger I thought, “one and a half fish caught.” When I accidentally reeled in a fish without knowing it due to its small span then I started to get concerned at the weirdness of my fishing attempts. I lamented that in most fishing stories the fish ahem…grow whereas in my real life story the fish were getting considerably smaller. Rachel’s agent made note that the only way I could get a smaller fish was if I caught a fish egg! If you don’t believe the following recounting of events I do have witnesses to this fact. Folks barely five minutes later I reeled in…a fish egg!!! We laughed so hard we barely kept from rocking ourselves right out of the boat. So that’s my fish story where the fish get impossibly small not large, but really I think that God just has a funny sense of humor when it comes to me. I’m wondering what summer stories are you daydreaming about? 🙂 I’d love to hear about them in the comments below!
P.S. They gave me endless “grief” about my hat and being all dressed up to go fishing but I was specifically told to bring a big hat so I did! 😉
I’ve never seen a fish egg (other than the little ones used in sushi called roe). Was it a big fish egg? Good job on your fishing experience!!!
Neither had I! This one was lager than the sushi roe type from what I could tell but I wasn’t keen on getting too close to the swinging end of the hook. 😉 Haha thank you!