Rakes and I went fishing with my brother-in-law Scott and my nephew Garrison today. 5 minutes after getting there, Scott landed a pretty good sized catfish.
As you can tell from the picture, Rakes was hardly impressed. I think his actual quote was "Get that thing away from me!"
For the next 1 1/2 hours we heard "It's just sucking the worm off!", "This bobber isn't any good!" and my favorite? After a fish had taken his worm for the 500th time he turned to me, and in a voice last heard spoken by Al Pacino in "Heat" when he yells "Gimme All You Got!" he turned around, stammering like Mel Tillis in the full throes of a stuttering fit and utters "DDDDDDAD. The problem is THERE IS NO WORM ON MY HOOK!"
Which of course reduced Scott and I to tears and a giggle fit that would make Remy and DO pine for.
So it was with great relief that, somehow, someway, after reeling and casting more times than the average Bering Sea Crab fisherman does in an entire season, Rakes actually caught a fish.
The fact that it was 3 inches l0ng and weighed less than your average lemon wedge hardly mattered.
The smile on that boys face was worth the gnats, bees, and the non-stop play by play over a 3 hour period.
Whoever said fishing was supposed to be a quiet day of solitude never went fishing with Rakes.
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