Just this year was feeling nostalgic for my mom's fried smelt one day. Within the week I get a call from Dad telling me that there's only one day to catch them so be ready. It was the next morning! I remember it was a Saturday, I had an appointment that started at 10:00am. But that was no excuse because we used to go fishing super early in the morning. 5:00 a.m., shoot 1:00am, 2:00am drive what felt like hours, get on the docks while it was still dark when I was a kid. So nonchalantly he said well we can go there at 7: 00am and then you'll be back from Castle Rock in time for work. It only takes a few minutes to dip your net and get your limit. I could hear him snacking on something on the other line. Probably watching Family Feud. There was nothing too big or too small, too long or too far for my dad. Or too early!
He was right. Drove an hour something away to Castle Rock from Lacey found a spot. We were the first ones there and experienced first hand what was like to catch smelt with my dad and his buddies, my mom and with our also late grandfather's green mesh fishing net. Ol' faithful! That thing caught our limit and some with holes, rips, snaggles and all. Holding on by just threads, I kid you knot! >.<
Dad always had a lesson to teach.
"If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. But if you give him a fishing rod, you feed him for a lifetime."
Thanks, Dad. #fed4lyfe 💕