My Daddy's Rod
One of my fondest memories as a child was fishing on Dickson Lake with my Dad. And what I remember most was when Dad would hand me his rod and say, “Here fish with this for a while”. It seemed like every time I fished with Dad’s rod, I would land a nice fish. That rod was magic! It never occurred to me at the time that he had already done the tough part for me. And he always made such a fuss over me catching that fish – it was awesome!
As a dad, I paid it forward with my sons and I know that they treasure similar memories – many on that same lake!
Dad has been gone about 5 years now. My aging mother, wanting to disburse her estate (too soon) recently demanded that I take something home with me. So I opted for the fishing tackle. When I got home and opened the old rod tubes, there it was – Dad’s magic rod! As I held it in my hands, I realized that my hands were trembling and tears were flowing. That rod will hang in a place of honor in my home until the day I pass. Happy father’s day Dad! Thanks for taking me fishing!