Spring Lure

Spring Break for the kids was upon us. We invited the grands to come visit and all hoped for warm weather. The younger boys were counting on granddad to show them all of his fishing tricks.

Monday was downright cold with a drizzle that formed icicles on every surface, but still they made their way to the pond. A few minutes later, they came up for coffee, hats, gloves and a thicker coat. Back out to the pond for casting lessons. Hard to cast in ski gloves but it was managed for a bit. Cast, cast, cast…no fish. So, they gathered up all of the equipment and headed back to the house. The enclosed back porch became the official fishing school. A church table was set up so the tackle boxes could be sorted, re-sorted, and discussed. The fishing lessons had moved indoors to the smell of HOT coffee and baking bread.

Tuesday, was not as cold as Monday so they braved the early morning lessons of reeling, then they came reeling back in with cold hands, running noses, and one little bass in a bucket. Lines were snapped, hooks were lost, and granddad needed more coffee. Lessons were over for the day.

Wednesday was nice but overcast. Rain was imminent. The porch vibrated with discussions over lures, hooks, weights and bobbers. Granddad was extremely patient or his hearing aids were turned off. It was difficult to determine. After much sorting, a trip to Wal-Mart was deemed necessary. Off they went in the old pick up truck. Seventy-eight dollars and thirteen cents later, they returned. New reels, hooks, spools of line, lures and a nifty net were purchased. The lessons commenced on the porch.

I found a bucket of liver in my refrigerator when cooking supper and was informed that it would be necessary to catch the catfish the next day. I nodded and moved it to the back praying for sunshine on Thursday.

Thursday it snowed. Porch lessons resumed. The fishermen were antsy. We knew there was bluegill and a bass or two in the pond as well as several larger goldfish. The target though was the suspected catfish trawling along the bottom. All were determined to bring in the elusive catfish; however bluegill was better than nothing. Bluegills are small, round fish that grow to be about 5 to 7 inches. They are tasty but small.

After lunch on Thursday, our 6 year old said, “Mom, do you want to see my new lure?”

I nodded and said, “Sure.”

He brought in a shiny gold, segmented, fish-shaped lure, which had three grappling hooks hanging from its belly. Each hook had three sharp barbs and several sub-barbs. It was about 7 inches long.

He wiggled it and proudly showed me all of the hooks. “I can really catch fish with this thing,” he proudly announced.

I agreed with him and held the lure up to the light for further examination while thinking, “You can catch a 300 pound marlin from the back of a deep-sea fishing boat with this baby.”

He was pleased with his purchase and ran back to the porch for more fishing lessons.

I was thinking, “If the Bluegills are not interested I might hook the lure up to a cable and a winch to drag across the pond bottom in a summer cleaning effort.”

About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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2 Responses to Spring Lure

  1. You’re so fortunate to have a pond! We’ve always wanted a creek or a pond (Anne and Gilbert from Avonlea gave us the idea). We make do with the Chickahominy River being on the edge of our neighborhood.

    Your story reminded me of Christ’s disciples, who had tried and tried to catch–to no avail.


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