I went fishing with my father this afternoon. I'm always amazed at how much father-son bonding occurs over such a simple affair. Just the spooling of lines, cutting of bait, the cast, the anticipation, all of these things conjure up fine memories of past days. So many times, we've fished that same spot by Marsh Creek, it's turned into almost a family tradition.
Fishing is a skill requring a great deal of observation and patience. Two species of different fish rarely attacks the lure in the same way. Fish of the same species but of differing ages approach the bait differently as well. Environmental factors such as temperature, precipitation, noise-level, wind all serves to impair one's judgement of the target at hand. It truly takes a long time before one is able to determine the breed, age, and temperament of the catch on it's first bite of the bait. Today, the catch was fair, four mature Blue Gills all weighing over 2 pounds each.
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