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When Will You Fly Fish, Cousin Pete?
October 29, 2007 |
Who says fly fishing is for everyone? Not my cousin Pete. When we were small, I swear he would throw up everytime the rest of us in the group would pull out worms from the soil to be used as bait for our fishing. We would try show him the can of worms, and just enjoy him making ugly faces of disgust with the sight of such ugly wriggly creatures. Still, he loved to join us with our afternoon fishing with the gang.
Our fishing territory is found on the old railroad tracks, underneath of which is the stream full of catfish. When we were young, we are really amazed by this scaleless species – we thought all fish have scales, and so catfish was like a novelty fish for us and made us want to catch it all the more. Not to mention how I enjoy it so much as food, I do find the catfish really tasty, and unlike others I know who think it as rancid in taste.
Back to my cousin Pete. Times have gone by. We grew older. I still go fly fishing, going down the country, bringing all my fishing gear on weekends, well, not really every weekend. Perhaps twice a month at the most. But Pete, a hater of fly fishing that he is, still joins me every now and then. Odd that he is very busy with his schedule of work, yet he manages to squeeze into his tight list of activities the weekend getaway with the gang.
I am sure my cousin is a fly fisherman at heart. That’s why he always wanted to join us in our fishing sessions. However, I believe that he thinks he is already too old to learn the art. I know what I am going to do – next time I will hand him a can of worms. Hopefully it will be a look of excitement this time, and he will try to venture finally on fly fishing like the rest of us.
