Issue 13
Lure
E. A. Dyer
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Fishing with My Dad
My father was an amazing fisherman. He made his own casting rod and tied his own flies. He knew all the right places to "wet a line," and he never failed to bring home fish. That is, until he decided to teach his seven-year-old daughter to fish.
He outfitted me with a cane pole with line, float, and hook which he baited with a worm. Then sat me close enough to him to keep an eye on me, but far enough away so that I didn't hook him in the head with my awkward casts. I didn't have long to wait.
When the cork bobbed, I jerked my pole back and landed my "catch." Indeed, there was something wiggling on my line, but I headed in the opposite direction. It looked too much like a snake to me.
Daddy took it off the hook, and called me over to see the fresh water eel I'd caught. There was no chance of that. I was not getting out of the truck.
That ended our fishing trip. My dad hadn't caught a thing, but as he dropped our gear into the back of the truck, I'm sure I heard him laughing.
~E. A. Dyer
E. A. Dyer retired in 2001 to a small town in Central Texas where she is remodeling a 50-year-old house. In her spare time, she writes.
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