I drop Jay, then maybe 14?, off at a local pond to fish one evening. Drive home, follow a train of thought the whole way. One thought. Another. Another, another. Wonder what Jay's train of thought might be while he fishes.
An hour later I pick up Jay.
Jay, when you fish, what do you think about?
Fish.
No, really, when you were just fishing, where did your train of thought take you?
I thought about fish. I looked at the surface of the water to figure out where the fish would be.
Alrighty then!
When I see MA FISHING LICENSE on a Christmas wishlist this year for Jay, now no longer 14, I claim the honor of getting it for him.
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4 comments:
Love this picture and the narrative. I read it to Jack and he totally gets it!
Thanks, Joje. I figured the fishermen in the crowd, especially fishermen vs. fisherwomen, would totally identify with Jay and not even know what my question about a train of thought meant!
LOL, love the post and the fish. Gorgeous!
Thanks, Sheila. Glad you got a laugh out of the post and enjoyed that gorgeous fish!
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