FISHING WTH YOUR DAD
Jun 21, 2020 13:52:01 #
the troller
Loc: Downers Grove, il.
Today’s the day to go fishing with dad.....
This is Father’s Day. It is also Illinois Free Fishing Weekend. Saturday was the first day of summer in 2020 and had the longest daylight hours of the year.
The temperatures are feeling like summer and a weather pattern of warm temperatures mixed with sunshine and rain are in the forecast for this upcoming week. We hadn’t had much rain for several days so the showers and thunderstorms we’ve had around the area were welcomed by farmers and gardeners. I appreciated the fact the grass didn’t grow very fast this past week and gave me a little time away from the mower.
Friday evening, I sat on the back deck and enjoyed listening to the muffled rumbles of thunder coming from clouds that were slowly moving across the skies. There wasn’t any lightening streaking down or even any flashing in the sky but the rumbling let you know the dry spell was about to end.
I listened and looked across the hay field that had just been baled while reflecting about my dad, father-in-law and my grandfathers. Our dads and grandfathers make their mark on all of us and the respect we have for each of them guide us to work towards becoming the blend of their personalities to become the person we want to become.
My dad was a railroader that enjoyed gardening and fishing. He only went rabbit hunting with me a couple times but he did love his fishing. My father-in-law was a farmer and worked for Gale Manufacturing. He enjoyed his farming and horses and as a young man trapped. My grandfather on dad’s side was a farmer. He enjoyed farming, period. My grandfather on mom’s side was a railroader. He enjoyed hunting, fishing and was a “rock hound.” He enjoyed making jewelry from rocks he’d find.
Taking a little from each of my “father’s” I am a person that grew to make a living off the land. I’ve always enjoyed fishing, hunting, gardening and providing my family with food direct from the source and working hard.
They say you should try to make a living from doing something you enjoy. I enjoyed doing the above and selling fishing, hunting and outdoor gear to other out doors men that enjoyed the same things I do. Don’t let anyone tell you can’t! You can’t if you don’t try!
An older gentleman that was checking groceries asked me if I was retired. I answered I was. He then asked what I had done for a living — I told him, “I sold worms.” He looked over the top of his glasses questionably. I said, “You ever talk to anyone else that sold worms for a living?” While staring down at the counter he shook his head “no” without answering. I don’t know if he believed me or not.
Getting back to sitting on the back deck and looking at the hay field — I observed two different hawks come out of adjacent trees and while flying close to the ground drop onto a mouse or ground squirrel then fly back into the trees. Then a hawk flying just above the ground had a crow drop on it that sent the hawk to the ground.
The crow flew into the trees and the hawk stayed on the ground for a while before it took off flying for the safety of the trees again. I really chucked with that one. The big guys don’t always win!
The forecast is for it to be a wonderful day to be outside today. I hope you get together with family and friends to go fishing or have a cookout in the yard. Maybe you can combine both with a cookout and a fish fry.
OK, so you can fix ribs, chicken or burgers over the flames, too.
But remember, Dad’s do rule the outdoor flame in most families.
Although I did not write this article.....
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!
WWW.fishingfacts.net
This is Father’s Day. It is also Illinois Free Fishing Weekend. Saturday was the first day of summer in 2020 and had the longest daylight hours of the year.
The temperatures are feeling like summer and a weather pattern of warm temperatures mixed with sunshine and rain are in the forecast for this upcoming week. We hadn’t had much rain for several days so the showers and thunderstorms we’ve had around the area were welcomed by farmers and gardeners. I appreciated the fact the grass didn’t grow very fast this past week and gave me a little time away from the mower.
Friday evening, I sat on the back deck and enjoyed listening to the muffled rumbles of thunder coming from clouds that were slowly moving across the skies. There wasn’t any lightening streaking down or even any flashing in the sky but the rumbling let you know the dry spell was about to end.
I listened and looked across the hay field that had just been baled while reflecting about my dad, father-in-law and my grandfathers. Our dads and grandfathers make their mark on all of us and the respect we have for each of them guide us to work towards becoming the blend of their personalities to become the person we want to become.
My dad was a railroader that enjoyed gardening and fishing. He only went rabbit hunting with me a couple times but he did love his fishing. My father-in-law was a farmer and worked for Gale Manufacturing. He enjoyed his farming and horses and as a young man trapped. My grandfather on dad’s side was a farmer. He enjoyed farming, period. My grandfather on mom’s side was a railroader. He enjoyed hunting, fishing and was a “rock hound.” He enjoyed making jewelry from rocks he’d find.
Taking a little from each of my “father’s” I am a person that grew to make a living off the land. I’ve always enjoyed fishing, hunting, gardening and providing my family with food direct from the source and working hard.
They say you should try to make a living from doing something you enjoy. I enjoyed doing the above and selling fishing, hunting and outdoor gear to other out doors men that enjoyed the same things I do. Don’t let anyone tell you can’t! You can’t if you don’t try!
An older gentleman that was checking groceries asked me if I was retired. I answered I was. He then asked what I had done for a living — I told him, “I sold worms.” He looked over the top of his glasses questionably. I said, “You ever talk to anyone else that sold worms for a living?” While staring down at the counter he shook his head “no” without answering. I don’t know if he believed me or not.
Getting back to sitting on the back deck and looking at the hay field — I observed two different hawks come out of adjacent trees and while flying close to the ground drop onto a mouse or ground squirrel then fly back into the trees. Then a hawk flying just above the ground had a crow drop on it that sent the hawk to the ground.
The crow flew into the trees and the hawk stayed on the ground for a while before it took off flying for the safety of the trees again. I really chucked with that one. The big guys don’t always win!
The forecast is for it to be a wonderful day to be outside today. I hope you get together with family and friends to go fishing or have a cookout in the yard. Maybe you can combine both with a cookout and a fish fry.
OK, so you can fix ribs, chicken or burgers over the flames, too.
But remember, Dad’s do rule the outdoor flame in most families.
Although I did not write this article.....
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!
WWW.fishingfacts.net
Jun 21, 2020 14:08:00 #
the troller wrote:
Today’s the day to go fishing with dad..... br br... (show quote)
Nice story. Really enjoyed reading it. Happy Father’s Day.
Jun 21, 2020 14:08:40 #
Jun 21, 2020 16:18:39 #
I posted this pic on another thread, but wanted to put it here also. It’s my dad in middle and younger brother on the right, with me on the left. Too bad my BIG fish got cut off !! This was about
46 years ago.
46 years ago.
Jun 21, 2020 19:38:00 #
DeeH
Loc: Kansas City Metro
I have great memories of fishing with my gramps and nanny from Canada to south Texas, great times as a kid.
Jun 22, 2020 03:18:23 #
the troller wrote:
Today’s the day to go fishing with dad..... br br... (show quote)
My Dad was happiest with a fishing rod in his hand. He took us 4 kids (2 girls, 2 boys.6-12yo) fishing to give our mom a break. He was wade fishing in a salt marsh that opened up to a large sand flat. He had rigged his rod with 2 naked treble hooks (apparently we were out of $). He started catching specks 2-5 at a time. Each time he was hooked he would call for a kid to come reel them in. We thought WE were the best fishermen! He never said any different. Bless him.
RIP.
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