Gone Fishin'

On Friday I took Caden fishing. It was a new thing for me. I was reminiscing with my Dad recently about the fact that we went fishing twice while I was growing up.

So I didn't really know what I was doing. The night before we went out and bought our pole and basic tackle box... plus our first official fishing license. But I still had no idea what I was doing.

But my buddy Ted, came to rescue. He is Mr. Fisherman. So he showed me the ropes and let me save face with my son... so I looked like the fishing hero.

We caught one fish on our first trip. But I still let Ted take it off the hook. I'm calling our first fishing 'expedition' a grand success. It was a chance to get away... and do something special... together. Maybe one day, I'll figure out what I'm doing. Maybe one day, we'll catch a boatload of fish.

But all I really care about is doing something... with my boys... together. Maybe one day, we'll talk about girls... while fishing. Maybe one day, we'll talk about jobs... while fishing. Maybe one day, we'll talk about Jesus... while fishing. But I'm not waiting... for one day. I'm investing days now.

But this fishing thing might be a flash in the pan... so let me ask my readers... what is that special thing that you used to do with your Dad?