The day before I returned from my week-end trip from Lake Zurich, Illinois. I was accompanied by a couple of friends and my folks, I savored 3 days and 2 night of true, unadulterated bliss. Day times were passed in bass fishing, drinking premium chardonnay from France, chit chat and tons of laughter. My sons passed their day with their granddaddy putting the bait on bass fishing lures.
I recalled growing up in the deep south. My dad used to take us fishing in the Mississippi. Lovely, sunny days were spent getting our bass fishing lures ready. Then dad used to hold our hands and toss the lures deep into the river. My brother used to get the most quantity of catch, though I always got the best bass.
My pop used to give us advice on bass fishing, where and how to get the bass fishing lures, and how to ready the best bass treats. I would watch as he gave us advice on life, between swigs of his favorite draught, and the warm fuzzy feeling I would get as used to take my hand when we would reel the bass in.
I am twenty seven, but it still feels great to go on these trips with Pop and hear him treat us with his stories of how he caught the biggest bass South of Birmingham, Alabama or how his best mate, Jimbo, whose wife thought he was cheating on him, because he spent all his time outside the house, doing nothing but bass fishing.
As we were laughing around the breakfast table, with pop spreading the hilarity with his anctedotes, I accidently came across a boxful of bass fishing lures. A thousand and one childhood memories came to my mind. Out of all of those pictures which led on my mind, one lingered on for a long time.
This goes back to the time when papa used to work down at the boat factory. The big recession of 84 had pretty much killed the boating industry down South. pop was at home for a year without a job. Though he was depressed and dejected, every Sunday he used to take us down to the pier for "catching them bass" as he used to say.
Sometimes I used to catch a big one and mom used to fix it for me. Then papa would take the bass fishing lure that I had caught the bass with, kiss it, and put it into a green colored paper box of bass fishing lures. He would then throw me a kiss and say, "you are my good luck charm, aren't ya!".
Its been a fourth of a century since then, but its peculiar how a boxful of bass fishing lures can animate a daddy's girl from the deep south to dream on.
I recalled growing up in the deep south. My dad used to take us fishing in the Mississippi. Lovely, sunny days were spent getting our bass fishing lures ready. Then dad used to hold our hands and toss the lures deep into the river. My brother used to get the most quantity of catch, though I always got the best bass.
My pop used to give us advice on bass fishing, where and how to get the bass fishing lures, and how to ready the best bass treats. I would watch as he gave us advice on life, between swigs of his favorite draught, and the warm fuzzy feeling I would get as used to take my hand when we would reel the bass in.
I am twenty seven, but it still feels great to go on these trips with Pop and hear him treat us with his stories of how he caught the biggest bass South of Birmingham, Alabama or how his best mate, Jimbo, whose wife thought he was cheating on him, because he spent all his time outside the house, doing nothing but bass fishing.
As we were laughing around the breakfast table, with pop spreading the hilarity with his anctedotes, I accidently came across a boxful of bass fishing lures. A thousand and one childhood memories came to my mind. Out of all of those pictures which led on my mind, one lingered on for a long time.
This goes back to the time when papa used to work down at the boat factory. The big recession of 84 had pretty much killed the boating industry down South. pop was at home for a year without a job. Though he was depressed and dejected, every Sunday he used to take us down to the pier for "catching them bass" as he used to say.
Sometimes I used to catch a big one and mom used to fix it for me. Then papa would take the bass fishing lure that I had caught the bass with, kiss it, and put it into a green colored paper box of bass fishing lures. He would then throw me a kiss and say, "you are my good luck charm, aren't ya!".
Its been a fourth of a century since then, but its peculiar how a boxful of bass fishing lures can animate a daddy's girl from the deep south to dream on.
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