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Free fishing weekend

By Richie Ann Ashcraft

If you look at the calendar the number of summer recreational weekend opportunities shakes out to about nine. Only nine weekends. Sure, you can do things after school starts but I always feel a lot of pressure to get some fun stuff done before our weekends are taken up again by the kid's school obligations. The things we need to make time for are fishing, hiking, swimming, vacation, a rodeo and a couple of birthday celebrations. If we spend one weekend doing each of these things, we'll have used up all our time. Freakin' hell. Summer is WAY too short but what can you do but try to pack in as much stuff as possible before the snow flies.

We dedicated last weekend to fishing because it was free fishing weekend in Colorado. Woot! We loaded up the kids, a cooler of snacks, Kip, worms and poles and headed up to Glade Park. We stopped at Fruita Reservoir No. 2 and cast our lines.

Fishing with kids is not like fishing with adults. It's loud and chaotic. There are tangled lines, spilled Cokes, scabbed knees, wet shoes, dropped worms, and abandoned poles. If someone does finally get a line in the water and hooks a trout, a grown-up has to jump up and supervise the entire process of reeling, unhooking, then stringing. Often, worm hooks get swallowed which means someone (Daddy) has to re-rig the whole pole.  Marty and I are not fishing, we're just running around helping the boys catch fish. It's rather exhausting.

But, it's so, so good for our boys. And, they love it.

After finally getting a pole in the water, Marek will sit patiently in a chair staring at a bobber he most likely can't see. Once every minute or so he says "Is it time Daddy?"

"No."

One minute later.

"Now Daddy?"

"No."

One minute later.

"Leave it in the water!!!"

One minute later.

"Daddy, am I a good fisherman."

Pause.

Marek sings ....

He drops his pole, pokes the mud with a stick.

"Now Marek, Now!"

And Marek jumps up and starts reeling with all his might. And everybody runs down to the water to inspect the stocked rainbow trout. 

And, Marty gets handed an empty pole to start the whole process over, again.

On the second day, Marek didn't catch any fish. This is what he thought of that.

No matter, in two days, we had nine fish that we ate with lemon and onion.

Fishing with little kids is far, far from a relaxing or serene time. But, we do it for the boys. And for ourselves because, just like summer, the number of weekends to make these kinds of memories before they grow up are pretty limited. And, we have so very much to do still.

 

 

 

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That’s a great post! My 16-year-old daughter asked if we could go fishing and I told her yes, but we’d have to get poles and all the other gear, so she said, “Never mind,” thinking she’d rather spend our money on something else. Am thinking now that we should have done it anyway. You’re smart.

Yes, it’s so true. Summer goes so fast. I feel like ours is already booked up.




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