Have you ever had a certain smell or a photo trigger a memory? Hopefully a pleasant memory?
Seems like it happens to me quite a bit.
Yesterday, while I was working on this dragonfly (photo at the bottom of this post), it made me remember how dragonflies always would light on the tip of a bobber when fishing. And one thought led to another.
My Grandpa First taught me everything I know about fishing. He didn’t have a boat, so we fished from shore with big old cane poles. Being a little kid, I remember MY pole as being 3 times as long as I was tall. I’m sure it wasn’t, but it seemed like it. (Do they even make cane poles anymore??).
Grandpa taught me the best place to dig worms. We’d go out with a couple of cleaned up tin cans and get a bunch of worms and head out fishing. Seems like we caught an ungodly amount of bullheads in the Long Lake channel. I never did learn how to take them off the hook short of swinging my pole around and hoping they’d fly off. I saw Grandpa get stung a couple of times, to that cured me of wanting to learn that fine art.
Grandma was the fish cleaner, and boy could she clean fish…and she could cook them up pretty tasty too.
I always was fascinated by why dragonflies liked to land on a bobber (I must have been around 8 when we started fishing). Grandpa told me it was because they were tired of flying and needed to rest…at which point I looked around at all the cat tails and marsh grass and wondered “huh??”.
We always made sure we had a little something to eat, which didn’t necessarily taste good after you’d been cutting worms in half with your fingernails or after you’d applied OFF to keep the bugs away. Yep, OFF was made WAY back then.
Big difference in the OFF of yesterday and today…it use to come in little glass bottles and you smeared it on ya. It was very oily. Do you remember that? (and during the summer months the village or city would come through town in the evening and spray for mosquitoes…”STAY INDOORS TONIGHT AND KEEP THE WINDOWS AND DOORS CLOSED BECAUSE WE WILL BE SPRAYING”.)
Grandpa took me ice fishing too. He made me an ice fishing box to call my own so we’d both have something to sit on. He showed me how to spud a hole through the thick ice and showed me how to keep corn borers warm in your mouth before putting them on the hook. No, I never quite acquired that skill, never even tried that skill. That was another, WHY??? They are just going to be put into the icy water anyway. Well, it was easier to put a warm borer on the hook than a frozen one.
I have some very wonderful memories of fishing with Grandpa. How did you learn to fish??