Fishing with dad...
I had a great time fishing with Dad on Thursday evening. We went to his favorite little spot down on the Tennessee River. This rocky bend in the river is a sacred spot to my family. It is where my dad's uncle would take him when he was a child…
Each summer (from about the age of 8 onward) my dad would ride the bus from the inner city Birmingham up to a little town for a week of county life with his extended family. My dad has told me many stories about these yearly adventures into the countryside of Alabama, but I think the most meaningful moments were the evenings he spent on the river.
My dad has passed down his love of fishing this little bend of the river to me and now also to a couple of my nephews. There is something amazing about sitting there on a rock… cane pole in your hand… several fish in the basket… watching the cork dance on the waves as they reflect the pink skies… I only wish that I could go more often.
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Each summer (from about the age of 8 onward) my dad would ride the bus from the inner city Birmingham up to a little town for a week of county life with his extended family. My dad has told me many stories about these yearly adventures into the countryside of Alabama, but I think the most meaningful moments were the evenings he spent on the river.
My dad has passed down his love of fishing this little bend of the river to me and now also to a couple of my nephews. There is something amazing about sitting there on a rock… cane pole in your hand… several fish in the basket… watching the cork dance on the waves as they reflect the pink skies… I only wish that I could go more often.
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