It's all coming back to me.
The breeze.
The clean, open air.
Boom, got the comfy seat.
Zing!
Watch out for Dad!
Okay, he got it.
Good deal.
Fish on, baby!
Who's turn is it?
Mikayla, take the rod!
Oh! Guess I'm up, huh?
Boy, am I rusty or what?
Okay, keep the rod steady.
Tip down, tip down.
Okay, backing up.
Tip steady.
Come on, Dad, just net it already!
Holy moly, that's a big fish right there!
That's a...steelhead? Brown trout?
Great, I forgot how to identify my fish!
That's embarrassing.
Whew, my arms hurt.
Is it weird that I like the smell of fresh caught fish?
Whatever, I'm a nursing major.
I'm supposed to like weird stuff like that, right?
Whoa, another fish on!
Caleb, ya gotta watch out for Dad.
Almost got thrown over there!
That would've been hilarious.
Okay, Dylan's turn.
Man, this kid talks a lot.
Yes, Dylan, we know reeling makes your arms hurt.
Sheesh, enough commentary, just get the fish in the box.
Mikayla, you're turning!
Yeah, I'm turning cause driving this boat is such a pain!
I lost my landmark.
Oh, the smoke stacks, right.
Okay, back on track I think.
Mikayla, now you're too far left!
Sheesh, I don't know what I'm doing!
Now I remember why I hate driving.
Crap, I have to pee.
No!
I am not peeing in that bucket!
Wish we were hunting.
Then I could just pee behind a tree.
That's pretty easy.
What time is it?
Only eleven.
We've been fishing for over five hours already.
It really is beautiful on the lake today.
And one foot waves, wow, that's like nothing!
Mikayla, take the rod!
Oh! Another fish for me, okay.
Yowza, there's a beast on the other end!
Wow, my arm is burning.
Wonder how mad Dad would be if I just let go of the pole...
Hmm, should I try it?
No, not unless I want to move out early!
Yeah, that would be a very bad idea.
Man, is this fish close yet?
Oh! There it is, it jumped.
Fly, little fishy, fly!
Alright, almost there.
Dad's got the net, okay.
Oh, Caleb's netting?
Great.
Three years later, ha!
Come on, Caleb.
Do your thing.
Net it, man, net it!
Ahh, thank you.
Wow, my hands hurt!
Back to driving?
Guess I'm okay with that.
Just a few more hours.
We can do this.
Ya know, sometimes fishing can get annoying.
But I really do love it.
I feel like I'm twelve again.
I guess fishing is part of my history.
My family's history.
I remember the breeze.
I remember the clean, open air.
I remember how I loved it.
And I love it once more.
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