He Caught a Fish!

Rob took Bob down to the lake this last week and told him he needed to fish some. Bob would cast and then stop and pull some weeds and then cast again. I went down and threw a few casts with him and didn’t catch anything.

I went back into the house to finish up dinner and Rob was out on the back porch grilling out some ribs. All of a sudden Bob started yelling for his brother, Dave. Rob went running towards the lake.

“Pop, what’s the matter?” asked Rob.
“I got one,” Bob replied.

Well, to be honest Rob didn’t really think his dad had a fish because he was all tangled up in the weeds. The only set of weeds on the beach since we had it cleaned off and of course Bob was pulling his line right smack dab in the middle of them.

Rob took the line and started to reel the line in honestly thinking there wasn’t anything on the end of it. Suddenly, there was a large splash and a big bass came jumping out of the weeds.

“Pop, you really do have a fish, do you want to reel him in, or do you want me to do it?” Rob asked.
“Pal, I don’t think I could get him in if I tried and I sure don’t want to loose him. Get him in for me,” Bob replied.

Well, Rob reeled him in through the weeds and then came and tapped on the window holding him up for me to see. I was so surprised. How cool was that? Bob talked about that bass all night long.

Bob goes to the doctor this week, regular and neurologist. Let’s hope for some good reports. He’s been having some slight problems the last couple of weeks with his memory and behavior. Hopefully, the doctors will be able to work together to get some things worked out.

Keep him in your thoughts this week.