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I found my great love for fishing while growing up on the San Carlos Apache reservation in Arizona.Whenever my uncles or neighbors went fishing,I grabbed my tackle box and fishing pole and jumped in the back of their pickup truck.My dad never understood why I enjoyed fishing so much,but because he knew his three sons liked to fish,he bought us fishing rods and tackle.He even helped us look for worms,but never showed any interest in the sport.
One day my two younger brothers—ten-year-old Carl and nine-year-old Boy—and I somehow talked our dad into taking us to nearby San Carlos Lake.As we began to cast out,Dad remained in the truck,reading his paper.
All of a sudden I had an idea!What if I talked Dad into fishing just this once?What if he somehow caught the biggest fish today?Then he’d have to fall in love with fishing,too!Then he’d want to take us fishing ALL the time.What a great plan!
I shared my amazing plan with my younger brothers.We coaxed Dad out of the truck,and to our surprise,he walked down and joined us at the shoreline.But he ignored the fishing poles and simply opened his lawn chair and continued reading his paper.My brothers and I looked at one another,dumbfounded.Now what do we do?
Then,a possible answer—a large fish jumped not far from us.Quickly I put on the biggest worm in our can,cranked back as far as a twelve-year-old could,then let the line fly.I hit the spot almost dead-on where the big fish had jumped.
Propping my rod next to Dad and his newspaper,I walked over to my brothers and pretended to untangle their lines.Every now and then I would glance at the bobber on my line.After what seemed hours,the bobber moved!Then it moved again!
“Dad!Grab my line!I can’t get over there,” I yelled.“Carl’s line is all tangled up!”
“You boys come pull it in before it eats your worm,” he countered.
All four of us watched the bobber dance on the water.Then Dad scooted to the edge of his chair and dropped his newspaper on the ground.Suddenly,the bobber disappeared.
I found my great love for fishing while growing up on the San Carlos Apache reservation in Arizona.Whenever my uncles or neighbors went fishing,I grabbed my tackle box and fishing pole and jumped in the back of their pickup truck.My dad never understood why I enjoyed fishing so much,but because he knew his three sons liked to fish,he bought us fishing rods and tackle.He even helped us look for worms,but never showed any interest in the sport.
One day my two younger brothers—ten-year-old Carl and nine-year-old Boy—and I somehow talked our dad into taking us to nearby San Carlos Lake.As we began to cast out,Dad remained in the truck,reading his paper.
All of a sudden I had an idea!What if I talked Dad into fishing just this once?What if he somehow caught the biggest fish today?Then he’d have to fall in love with fishing,too!Then he’d want to take us fishing ALL the time.What a great plan!
I shared my amazing plan with my younger brothers.We coaxed Dad out of the truck,and to our surprise,he walked down and joined us at the shoreline.But he ignored the fishing poles and simply opened his lawn chair and continued reading his paper.My brothers and I looked at one another,dumbfounded.Now what do we do?
Then,a possible answer—a large fish jumped not far from us.Quickly I put on the biggest worm in our can,cranked back as far as a twelve-year-old could,then let the line fly.I hit the spot almost dead-on where the big fish had jumped.
Propping my rod next to Dad and his newspaper,I walked over to my brothers and pretended to untangle their lines.Every now and then I would glance at the bobber on my line.After what seemed hours,the bobber moved!Then it moved again!
“Dad!Grab my line!I can’t get over there,” I yelled.“Carl’s line is all tangled up!”
“You boys come pull it in before it eats your worm,” he countered.
All four of us watched the bobber dance on the water.Then Dad scooted to the edge of his chair and dropped his newspaper on the ground.Suddenly,the bobber disappeared.
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