Rainbow trout. Went fishing with friends and I caught the first rainbow – which means I get the quarter for the first fish. My dad always paid me a quarter for the first fish, a quarter for the most (didn’t win that one by the end of the evening), and a quarter for the biggest (had that one in the bag until the very end). My memory tells me there was a possibility of a whole dollar but I can remember what that last quarter was for. Oh well. I had a marvelous time and now know how to get to a great new fishing hole – new to me that is. 

Fishing is a rather odd collection of different skills. First, there are all kinds of things one ought to know about what type of bait goes with sinkers or bobbers or even the time of day. Then there are simple skills like not hooking your own finger but actually hooking the worm so he doesn’t fly off in a different direction when you cast out. Of course, there is patience. Now that is a great skill that I have yet to master. What to bring to eat to help in the patience department is also a skill one needs to learn. Some things simply don’t do to have in your hand when your bobber goes down and your rod is nodding like an impatient horse about to bolt into the water. Suffice it to say that I can provide a lot of entertainment on a fishing trip.

Life is kind of like fishing, I think, and practice helps a whole bunch. Success, in my book, is measured by laughter and appreciation and good company. I certainly got those this weekend plus a couple of really nice Rainbows in my freezer.

About Barbara K Tyner

A graduate of UCCS with a degree in English Lit., Barbara writes Children's Literature as well as mainstream fiction. Her popular children's series, The Badger Books, is co-authored with Barbara's daughter, Laura. Her first novel, "Wait Here, Wait There" deals with grief and Alzheimer's. Her second novel, Rhyaden, a middle grade fantasy released Nov. 2018. Gardening, exploring National Parks, Kayaking, hiking, and snow-shoeing top her list of favorite hobbies.
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