Fishing with Caleb

My nephew is a good kid. I say kid but he is married, home of his own and the responsibilities of life. We made a trip to Canada to do some fishing. My father, Caleb and I headed out on the lake. Our prey was the Northern Pike. My dad was in the back of the boat, Caleb in the center and I was in the very front. Standing, I positioned myself with my knees resting on the inside of the V of the front of the boat. Caleb and Pop were both seated.

We had fished for quite a while when I heard pop say: “Damn it Cabe!” I finished reeling in my line and turned to see Pop holding a handkerchief to mouth. Caleb was sitting quietly and almost in tears. I guess Caleb had gotten a little too aggressive while casting and hooked Pop in the mouth with his lure.

Later that day Caleb and I went back out to do some more fishing. We headed into a rocky cove area with little in the way of cabbage weed. I figured this would be a good place to try for some small mouth bass. One of the first fish on the line was a northern. We put it on the stringer and tied it to the side of the boat.

We fished longer and caught a few more fish. Caleb had just put a fish on the stringer when I hooked a good sized Northern. Caleb was holding the stringer in one hand when I ask him to grab the net. Caleb raked up my catch in the net and I proceeded to take it off the line. I ask Caleb to hand me the stringer …Caleb looked down at one of his hands and then the other, the stringer was gone! In all that excitement he had let go of the stringer to grab the net.