Regardless if I consider it peculiar, my middle son (Dylan), does not feel the need to catch more than one fish… even though they might be biting well!. He will spend hours, like he did today, searching, casting and persevering until he catches his one fish, then he’s done, kaput, game over. That one fish seems to satiate the challenge, therefore no additional ones are needed.

 

The Quest for One

The Quest for One

 

Early morning cool temps soon faded from the warm glow of that big glowing ball in the sky. As the sun skimmed across the water and the grass-lined shore, I captured Dylan working the shallows. For the next two hours I followed, encouraged, explained cover, likely spots to cast. With an occasional “shoot”!, an indication of a missed bite, he otherwise was quiet, not even a peep. Being quiet could easily be mistaken for boredom, even loathing the fact that he’s out on the water, but no!, he asked to go, he wanted to fish. The chance at catching that one fish.

 

The Prize

The Prize

 

Son, you’ll not likely ever be an accomplished tournament angler, at least with your current philosophy, but it’s always great to see you catch that one fish. No matter the size, it’s fair to say it brought a smile to more than one face.