Once upon a time...

Once upon a time,

There was this little boy that kept saying to his dad and mum: I want to go fishing! I want to go fishing... All day long...
The kind parents were thinking that this child was way too young to go fishing, and neither of them were really keen on the fishing thing anyway...
They were saying that if they took him fishing, after a few minutes of waiting and no fish he would want to go home to play with his blocks of lego and that it would have been a lot of driving around for nothing, for these city people...

Till the beautiful day were the father could not take it any more, all the I want to go fishing! had finally done their work and he said to the little boy: "Ok, I will take you fishing, but if ever you get bored, it wont matter and we will stay there as long as I see fit. Ok?"
The little boy had won and was over the moon.

So off they went father and son in the car, found a river flowing quietly through the countryside and a nice little spot where to sit on the grass.
The father rigged his child rod and line, and told him to be patient, that eventually a little fish would take the bait and be hooked. Then he got his own line in the water. Side by side they were now fishing with high anticipation, both hoping for a fish to bite.
And they waited, and waited, and looked at the clouds in the sky, and the wind in the trees, and the cattle on the opposite bank, and waited some more.
But the bite never came. So after a few hours, the father told his son, that this might not be their lucky day, and that they should go home. But the little boy would have none of it, he wanted to stay...
And the rest of the afternoon was spent with the father trying to persuade his son that they could come back another day, when the fish would be on the chew. But no, the little boy was sure that a fish was going to be caught in the next few seconds. And the next few seconds lasted till the end of the afternoon. By then the very bored out of his brain father told the child that it was really time to go and off they went back home, without a single fish...
Not only it was the father who wanted to leave the first, but all along the the return the little boy kept asking when would they come back.

Yes this little boy was me.
Honestly I am not even sure that I would remember the story if it had not been told a copious amount of times how the roles had been reversed and the adult was bored and the small child absolutely captivated, if not hypnotised by his fishing float.

This was a long time ago, and I still love fishing.
Here are a few photos of my fishing journey so far:

Circa mid 1970s

Circa mid 1980s.

Circa 2010s.

Yes fishing has been a passion of mine for a long time now.

And the more it goes, the more I love it.

I have even overheard some people saying that I was slightly mad about it...

But hey, it could be worse.

Have a good day,

Me.