Overall, I did not do much over spring break, but it was quite relaxing, especially Easter Sunday though. Yesterday, my father and I went to our close friends, the Echevarria's house. They have three sons, the youngest of which is my father's godson. Patrick is thirteen years old and is a typical, crazy, obnoxious boy, but I always enjoy spending time with him because he always likes to have fun. While we waited for dinner to be ready, all of the guys started talking about fishing because the season had just opened recently. Patrick said that he really wanted to go fishing, but he did not want to go alone. All of the older men though, wanted to finish watching the Masters. Now, while I enjoy playing golf, I could never understand how men brought themselves to sit around for four days to watch people play golf. I guess it is a guy thing, but still. Now, throw in a goalie at the hole and some screaming fans, and maybe, just maybe, I could be able to bring myself to watch golf. Otherwise, no way. So, while the men of the house watched Tiger blow his chances, I offered to take Pat fishing. Now, I have been fishing my entire life, because my dad is an avid fisher, but I have always gone deep sea fishing and never actually fished in a river or at a lake, so this was going to be quite an experience. Pat was extremely excited in order to finally try out his waders that he had gotten for Christmas, and me only ever have gone deep sea fishing, trusted his judgment and figured he was supposed to have waders. I was wrong. We spent five straight hours at the reservoir and did not catch a thing. I thought maybe I was doing something wrong, or using the wrong bait, but then it hit me that maybe, just maybe, it was because my little godbrother was splashing around in the water and scaring the fish away. At first I was frustrated, but then I realized, it was fine if we did not catch anything, because at least we weer having fun, no matter how many dirty stares we got from the other anglers. Overall, it was relaxing and fun, and while others may have thought of it being a waste of time, I definitely thought otherwise.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sink or Swim
Overall, I did not do much over spring break, but it was quite relaxing, especially Easter Sunday though. Yesterday, my father and I went to our close friends, the Echevarria's house. They have three sons, the youngest of which is my father's godson. Patrick is thirteen years old and is a typical, crazy, obnoxious boy, but I always enjoy spending time with him because he always likes to have fun. While we waited for dinner to be ready, all of the guys started talking about fishing because the season had just opened recently. Patrick said that he really wanted to go fishing, but he did not want to go alone. All of the older men though, wanted to finish watching the Masters. Now, while I enjoy playing golf, I could never understand how men brought themselves to sit around for four days to watch people play golf. I guess it is a guy thing, but still. Now, throw in a goalie at the hole and some screaming fans, and maybe, just maybe, I could be able to bring myself to watch golf. Otherwise, no way. So, while the men of the house watched Tiger blow his chances, I offered to take Pat fishing. Now, I have been fishing my entire life, because my dad is an avid fisher, but I have always gone deep sea fishing and never actually fished in a river or at a lake, so this was going to be quite an experience. Pat was extremely excited in order to finally try out his waders that he had gotten for Christmas, and me only ever have gone deep sea fishing, trusted his judgment and figured he was supposed to have waders. I was wrong. We spent five straight hours at the reservoir and did not catch a thing. I thought maybe I was doing something wrong, or using the wrong bait, but then it hit me that maybe, just maybe, it was because my little godbrother was splashing around in the water and scaring the fish away. At first I was frustrated, but then I realized, it was fine if we did not catch anything, because at least we weer having fun, no matter how many dirty stares we got from the other anglers. Overall, it was relaxing and fun, and while others may have thought of it being a waste of time, I definitely thought otherwise.
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