As summer was winding down, Bryce developed a real fascination with fishing and so we dug out the rods and headed to the beach. Our lovely neighbors have always encouraged us to use their dock and so this time we finally took them up on the offer. With us we brought a children's pole we had for Amelia and some old rods from my dad. The kids settled in and hoped for the best.
The fish didn't seem to be biting, which was probably because of our bait. We were in the process of emptying out the fridge in preparation for departing and closing the house. Corn was all we had and . I was sure I knew of people fishing with corn. So we thought we would give it a try.
Sitting on the dock and waiting for a nibble gave us time to think, which almost always leads to wonderings worth sharing. She asked, "Daddy what happens if someone's pole falls in?" And right on cue, Bryce's rod dropped into the bay. For a moment it hung on the end of Amelia's rod, but there just wasn't enough time to catch it. Watching his beloved pole sink below the surface resulted in loud sobs and quickly a plan to find the rod was hatched.
Jim got a pair of goggles and jumped in. He swam around, searching the bottom for signs of the missing pole. But it was no where to be seen or felt! Poor Bryce, he was heartbroken. We packed up our gear and headed home. Perhaps next summer we will have a better experience fishing...and maybe we will even get some real bait.
To the beach we shall go...
Casting with High Hopes
Search and Rescue
We still wonder where the pole went. We are now theorizing that maybe we actually caught a fish and it pulled it in and swam off with it. What do you think?
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