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Zach and his sister – with the
fishing lure problem
As I sat on the outdoor patio
above the dock a small commotion broke out below on the dock. Zach had caught a
fish and his sister, together with their cousins and friends, were terribly
excited for him. They jumped up and down with glee at the boys amazing feat.
Zach, I am guessing, was about
9 or 10 years old. I had noticed him earlier when he walked down to the pier
with his fishing tackle box and his fishing rod. Behind him came his younger
brother and another boy – both likely around 7 years old.
Around Zach was a clutch of
children that were all younger.
On his line was a straight
hook with a worm that he was dangling in the water near the boat dock below the
“Silver Bean” coffee shop.
Each time he pulled out a fish
the young audience around Big Brother Zach danced with glee. Zach was their hero and Zach was older and
Zach knew how to catch a fish. And most
important Zach was not afraid to handle the fish and take it off the hook.
I went back to my drawing and
coffee while sitting at the edge to the patio overlooking the dock below.
There was no noise or
excitement from below. Everything was
now quiet.
As I looked down Zach was fastening
his worm and hook to the fishing rod and then he laid it aside out of the way.
It appeared that he was done for the time being.
Yet the odd thing was the kids
had not gone away from Zach, they were now even closer to him and the young
girl standing with her back to the group. She was also holding the edge of her
dress up just a little… as if something dirty was on the edge of her dress.
The little girl, I am guessing
again, was likely Zach’s younger sister who had tagged along. She was also one
of the ones that had expressed her glee when her brother caught the fish.
I noticed her too because she
had a pretty dress on. The dress was flared out a bit with a fancy crinoline
under the dress. Definitely not a dress to
wear when someone is fishing! Who knows why she was wearing it – but it was special
to her – expressing her inner beauty I am sure!
With the edge of her dress
lifted you could see the crinoline and about two inches up the crinoline you
could see one of Zach’s fishing lures hooked into it.
When she had come close to
where Zach had caught the last fish and had crouched down the tackle box was
behind her… and oops.. the crinoline had come into the lures and the hooks grabbed
a hold.
This is when I took out my
camera and took the few shots I could.
Zach reached into his pocket
and took out his multipurpose knife… the kind that has a dozen tools on it that
you would likely never use. He pulled on
the one tool – a pair of scissors – and gently cut at the material around the
hook until it came free.
His sister stood very still as
she trusted her brother for the operation.
Around him the other small
noses came in close for a look at the delicate operation being done on the
dock.
Zack just knew that a small piece
of crinoline would not make a difference if it was gone.
The operation done Zach picked
up his rod and then lowered the worm into the danger zone. His sister skipped
away to play further up on the rocks in her beautiful dress.
These were moments of delight
and mystery early morning on the dock.
Someday these stories will be
told at her wedding with her Big Brother grinning from ear to ear. Someday their mom will find out about the
mysterious hole in the crinoline.
I grinned and settled back to
my drawing and coffee. What fun sitting on that patio surrounded by great
people and the beauty of the morning.
What fun!
~ Murray Lincoln ~
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