Being a resident of Charleston, South Carolina, there are two things I can say for certain that this city lacks by no means what so ever. The first being humidity, and the second being water. Rivers, lakes, ocean, reservoirs, you name it and it’s here. I consider myself an extremely lucky girl for being able to experience life living so close to them all too.
Growing up, I automatically had, in my opinion, the only two things you need to become a fisherman, which include a boat and a dad who loves to fish. For as long as I can remember, fishing has been one of the many bonds that we share. In all of our photo albums, there are plenty of pictures of me not only
I started out with a small push button rod and a bobber, and I never wanted to move to anything else. Unfortunately, as you grow up, you’re expected to start using spinning rods and
When I was little my dad had to cast for me and that may or may not still happen, but let’s just say that I might forget to flip the bail sometimes and ‘cast’ my worm two feet in front of me. I will just continue to pretend that it’s a ploy to get some laughs, strictly comical purposes. I said that I liked to fish, not that I was good at it. Besides remembering to flip the bail, the other lesson that my dad has taught me is that when you’re fishing and you are sure that you have one on the line there is a three-step process.
Let the fish pull a little bit without putting too much tension on the line to make sure that he is there.
Quickly pull your rod back, point it toward the sky and start reeling. Step three, yell ‘SON!’ pretty loudly so that everyone around knows that you’re a fishing master.
This step is a real commitment though, and you better be sure that you’ve got one beforehand because it’s kind of embarrassing to have yelled ‘son’ five times and only have one fish in the live well.
The other thing that I haven’t really mastered is netting the big ones that my dad catches quick enough. One time he gave me an ‘award’ he named after someone from his younger days who made him lose a big one because he went to slow and it broke the line because, as you’d probably guess, I did that very same thing. If you can’t tell by now, I’ll let you know, I am the greatest fishing pro that there is.
Okay, but really, I am not the best, but I have fun. I am not at all a morning person, but something gets me up at five in the morning to go fishing with my dad, and
Sriram02.24.17 at 6:01 pm
This is perfect for a summer patio party. Thanks for another great one!
Eric02.24.17 at 5:14 am
These were so good I woke up dreaming about them. Regards, Eric.