… this time with my granddaughter.
I bought my granddaughter her first fishing pole last month. It has taken us this long to find the time when she and I were both available and it wasn’t raining for us to head out to the waters.
We went down to the Cowlitz River because even if you don’t catch a fish (and I was actually kinda counting on our failure), you get to see lots of wildlife. We had a huge, white seagull that was keeping an eye on us, hoping to steal a bit of our catch, I’m betting. And we scared a Bald Eagle out of a tree as we were walking down to the river.
Casting was a little tough to get used to. But once she had it down, she really had it down!
And she never knew what her spinner with a treble hook would bring back to her when she reeled in.
Sometimes it was grass, or weeds, or pond scum or even pine cones and a snail.
“Gramma, I … ”
” … Gramma, I think I caught a rock!”