Fishing With Dad
Casey loves taking his Dad fishing more than he loves taking himself fishing. He worries if his dad is out on the river enough, he worries if he's having fun, he worries if he has the right flies.
I say, he's spent longer on this earth than you, he's fine.
And of course, he is. But that friendship between dad and son is one of my favorite parts about both of them. We meet his dad in a dusty mining and fishing town and drive up the river to a favorite spot. I find a run to fish and they ramble down the cobble bar ahead of me. As I watch my drifts, they both disappear downstream.
I finally catch up and Casey is waving his arms from the bank.
"Come fish this," he says, "NOW!"
When the dog and I arrive, his Dad is waiting on shore.
"I'm saving a few for Emerald," he says.
At that moment I'm so nostalgic for that selfless dad friendship and so humbled that these two will share space in theirs for me.