One of my pure joys in life happens to be camping. I love everything about camping. The relaxation, the smell of the forest, campfires, and camp cooking. It’s just a fact that everything tastes better when you’re camping.
Memorial Day weekend was what I call pseudo-camping. We had no reservations and I happened to get lucky Saturday morning and pulled in to Camp Edison in Shaver Lake right after a cancellation. Very lucky. Camp Edison is a great place to pull in your RV, hook up all of your fancy equipment, and enjoy the same comforts you would have from you Lazy-boy chair at home. We lack the fancy RV, but we were able to take advantage of the free cable and catch soon-to-be World Champion Los Angeles Lakers systematically dismantle the Denver Nuggets.
Often camping involves fishing yet for some odd reason 90% of the time my son Jake is with me we get skunked (that’s fisherman language for NO FISH). Don’t ask me why but literally the last 4 times we’ve been fishing we haven’t even had a bite. Jake is 9 and at a pivotal age where his boyhood experiences will be engrained in his psyche. I don’t want my inept fishing skills to turn him off from the experience but I was beginning to believe that he was just bad luck. :)
So Saturday morning we get up and I announce that we are going fishing. At which point Jake says, “Dad, how come we never catch fish?” No sooner had the words left his mouth that I realized that the gauntlet had been thrown. We were going to catch fish if I had to sit out there all day. And catch fish we did….
First day we caught three, second day we caught four. And while I hate to see others get “skunked” no one else on the shore caught a single fish and I confess to feeling a touch superior. Everyone was wondering what we were doing different. Hated to admit that we were just simply overdue for some luck.
Jake with the catch from day one.
Jake playing with a fish head…..
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