Material from a previous blog:
There is just something about boys & fishing. I am so thankful that we live way out in the boonies on a farm where our boys can roam & have creeks & ponds to fish in whenever they want. But fishing in the ocean is a whole nother ball of wax. For starters the whole environment is new to us- we live in the mountains & see the ocean once a year. I really like it that way myself, not being a beach fanatic. I never tire of the smell & sound of the ocean & am always amazed at it’s vastness & my insignificance. Then of coarse all the mechanics of surf fishing are entirely different- the lines, rigs, bait-everything.
There is just something about boys & fishing. I am so thankful that we live way out in the boonies on a farm where our boys can roam & have creeks & ponds to fish in whenever they want. But fishing in the ocean is a whole nother ball of wax. For starters the whole environment is new to us- we live in the mountains & see the ocean once a year. I really like it that way myself, not being a beach fanatic. I never tire of the smell & sound of the ocean & am always amazed at it’s vastness & my insignificance. Then of coarse all the mechanics of surf fishing are entirely different- the lines, rigs, bait-everything.
My husband has been coming to the beach fishing with his Daddy since he was five years old. As a child his Dad had business on the coast & they would visit many times a year. His Dad tells a funny story about bringing my husband & his little brother down to the beach to fish once. Their Mom came down to surprise them & when they saw her walk in both boys starting crying. I geuss they thought the fun was over!
One thing is for sure, there is a special bond developed between Daddy’s & their boys during times like these. I see it between my husband & his dear father & I see it in my husband & sons. I’m just thankful they let me tag along without crying too much!
Learning to fish with Daddy!
FRUITS of our labor
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