Hello to everyone on this rather cool August morning.  It looks like our summer days are gone once again and we are entering the beginning of fall.  It is cooler now, night and day.  And it’s supposed to stay that way from now on.  Sigh.  Summer here is so short.  I will admit, I am not really looking forward to winter again.  If we have another 7 month long winter this year, I think I will go absolutely crazy.  Okay, it might be hard to tell the difference.   It is nice and sunny today though, so that helps a lot.

 It was a day similar to this that Dad and I decided to try some fishing.   There was this nice lake that we had never tried fishing at before, so off we went to see what might be there.  It was nice and early, the sun was shining, no wind, just perfect.  We got the boat into the water, which was easy, all downhill.  Off we went.  Did you bring our lunch?, asked dad.  Naturally, said I.  I don’t see it, said dad.  Oh, oops, left it by the car, I said.  BONEHEAD!  Glad dad is enjoying himself already.  We hadn’t gone far so headed back and I climbed the hill, retrieved our lunch and came back.  Off we went.

Hey, where’s my tackle box?, asked dad.  You said you would look after that, said I.  Great, still in the car, he mumbled.  Back we went.  I climbed the hill back to the car.  Even though dad forgot his tackle box, he figured I should be the one to go get it.  Sigh.  Back down the hill and into the boat.  We have everything now, said I.  Good, said dad.  Off we went.  Hey, where’s my rod?, asked dad.  Not again.  You set it down while we launched the boat, said I, guess you left it lying on the rock.  BONEHEAD!  Hey, it wasn’t my fault.  Really.  Back up the hill, which dad decided I should climb since I was now experienced at it.  Right.  Okay, let’s check everything.  All here.  Finally we are off again.

Looks deep here, I said, looking over the side of the boat.  Don’t do that, yelled dad.  That startled me and I sat up quickly which for some reason really rocked the boat.  Poor dad.  He never did like rocking boats.  He gets dizzy so easily.  BONEHEAD!  Guess he’s okay this time, since he is enjoying himself.  I made a nice cast.  Well, it would have been nice, but the hook got caught on dad’s shirt.  AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!, yelled dad.  Just got your shirt, I said, you ruined my cast.  Could have gotten stuck in my arm, he said.  At least it only ripped the shirt a little, said I.  Dad was looking at this hole in his shirt.  That’s small?, he asked, I can practically put my hand through the hole.  Dad did like to exaggerate at times.

He also liked to stand while fishing.  I was changing lures and put one down on the seat.  Dad chose to sit down right then.  A loud scream and he jumped up.  That rocked the boat again. Dad sat down again.  He screamed again.  What is that?, he asked.  You sat on my lure and bent the hooks, I said.  Pull it out, yelled dad.  Barely stuck in, I said.  But it was still stuck in his pants.  I gave a big pull.  Riiiiiiip.  What was that?, asked dad.  It’s okay, I said, just a small hole, matches the one in your shirt.  Bonehead!  Hard to believe he’s enjoying this.

Oh my, this has gotten a bit longer than I thought.  I will continue this story next time.  I hope you all have a great day and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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