"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson

Peeling back the layers.

I don't recall if it was later that same day, or the next, some man who knew Uncle Hightower returned the rod to him.  Said he saw it floating and got alongside of it to pick it up.  Fish was still on it!  He kept the fish, returned the rod.  That eased my feelings, and I no longer felt like the little black sheep that lost the rod.

It would be fifteen years later in an aluminum boat over snags and in backwaters of  Bush Lake with Ode Mae, using a cane pole, that I came to enjoy fishing.

Did you go fishing as a child?  What was your impression of it?  Got an amusing fish story?  Did you ever feel like the pariah for being ignorant of knowing how to do something?

Thanks for sharing!

Barbara