The Offspring re-discovered fishing this Summer and it’s been something fun that we can do together without having to go too far or spend a lot of money. Well, after we bought three poles, a minnow trap, lures, hooks, sinkers, bobbers, fishing rod holders, line, hooks, power bait…
Come to think of it, we’ve spend some money on this.
But wow, we’ve had a blast.
Most everyone goes to the dock near the parking lot, but that’s for people that don’t know where the good ones are. Our spot is clear on the other side of the lake from these people not completely dedicated to the art of freshwater angling. Unfortunately this is a mile and a half from the aforementioned parking lot. It’s not a big deal walking down there, but after a coupla hours of feeding the fish in 90° weather it’s a bit of a trek back. Especially if you’re old and fat and trying to make good time so the sitter with mom can leave on time.
Enter the Fishing Hole Bike 2000.
It took me a bit of Googling and maybe a trip to someone’s Pinterest page to come up with the design, but here she is assembled with PVC, spare rails from a hanging folder rack, wood, sheet metal, and love. Plus, I didn’t have to go to the emergency room in the middle of the assembly project. They call me “Drill bit” at the Porter’s Neck location for reasons that I’ll leave to your imagination.
Unfortunately the wood part broke on our second trip out with her, so I’m looking for a way to fix it involving something more durable than duct tape. Yeah, I could spend $18 on the Schwinn cargo rack, but where’s the sense of accomplishment in that?
My fishing buddy is also out of commission due to a freak toe breaking incident playing something called “Slip-n-Slide Dodgeball” with the church youth group. Again, that is another story for another time.
All of this talk of fishing reminds me of all the times I spent home on Sunday mornings watching the Southern Sportsman with Franc White. It always consisted of Franc voicing over some footage of him and some others on a fishing trip. Sometimes they flew in that magnificent zebra striped airplane. I’d swear that everything he drove had zebra stripes painted on it and that was just the coolest thing to me as a kid. I’d have painted everything the same way if my mom would have let me get away with it.
Franc also cooked whatever it was that they caught that week and had a little commentary bit at the end. The politics and issues he hit on were past me at that point, but I have House Autrey and Happy Jack Dog Food burned in my brain forever.
Once I was in high school we moved to North Raleigh. I spent a lot of time with a couple of older kids in the neighborhood sneaking on to the North Ridge Country Club’s golf course to catch the catfish that supposedly Charlie Wiygul (of Charlie Wiygul Ford) kept the ponds stocked with. We were always getting kicked off by security. The last time we got the boot it was some poor Wake County Sheriff’s Deputy riding around in a golf cart in the heat of the day and so that was that.
I’ve had a lot of fun sharing some of my experiences with my son over the Summer so far. Seeing what kind of crazy stuff you can put on a hook and catch fish with, standing for hours on end not catching anything, going absolutely crazy when we do hook something… Hopefully we’ll look back on this summer as a good one.
If only his dang toe would heal quicker.