The Catfisherman

Xmastime buddy Serge on the first time his dad took him fishing fishing:

The years have fogged up some of that day for me, but I still remember standing on the banks of a wide river cloaked in mist, my small fist clutching the bag from 7-11 where my dad had let me get buy whatever I wanted. I’m sure I got a ham sandwich and a Coke and all, but I can’t recall. I did get a fat brownie wrapped in cellophane, that much I know. I ate it standing in knee-high water, crumbs plopping down into the current slipping around my rubber boots.

And how excited he is about taking his kids fishing now:

I’m 41 now with two kids of my own. These days I’m about as excited as I was on that Friday night at my dinner table long ago, because Violet, who is 4, and Henry, who is 2, have both said that they would like to come along with Daddy this year when he goes fishing.

And oh man, are we going to eat some brownies that day.

I simply cannot wait.

THIS is what it looks like when I take kids fishing. Hmm.