Opted for the canal this morning. Found a little feeder creek that I hadn't noticed before. Hooked up after a few casts.
Soon after
I immediately called my fishing pal and invited him to join in. I've fished with this guy for two decades. It was he who handed me my first rod as a gift for my 22nd birthday. I remember looking at it and thinking "what am I gonna do with this". I wasn't at all interested in fishing.
He'd arrived at our usual spot. I let him have the little feeder, as that seemed to be the trick. Eventually, his rod doubled over. I watched him land the fish and look up at me with disbelief.
This fish took a plastic worm! That's pretty uncommon!
Eventually, I got the spot
The biggest of the trip. Once it slowed, I announced I was taking him to the hot spot where I'd hooked two dozen fish on the previous trip.
And...
I remember sitting by the river, at 22, thinking about how much I didn't have in common with my father. It wasn't a bad relationship, we were just two different people. I began to regret not spending much time with him, and decided I would change that.
So, I rigged up that spinning rod, and we've been almost inseparable since!
There's a lot more to fishing than catching fish.