The Shortest Fishing Trip EVER!By Renee McElwee - April 1, 2007
I enjoy fishing, too. I fished with my father when I was a young girl. We often went camping throughout Wisconsin and Iowa near the Mississippi river and various lakes. I've always enjoyed the outdoors but, as I grew into adulthood, those pleasures took a back seat once I got married and started a family. Three children and 12 years later I found myself single once again. Being a single mom certainly left no time for self-indulgence.
Although we both came into our relationship with three children a piece, we decided early in our relationship that we wanted to have another child of our own. It wasn't long before we discovered that I was expecting - and to our delight, we found out I was going to have twins! Sooner than I could ever have imagined, I no longer fit into any of my clothes. Having had three children already, even I was surprised at how quickly the growing babies made the simple things impossible - tying my own shoes, fitting behind the wheel of our car, reaching into the kitchen sink or clothes washer, even getting up out of a chair! To say that I was huge by my 7th month was an understatement.
Carrying twins didn't deter me from continuing on with our outdoor life though. Phil and I still went fishing and often that included taking the kids along. It was on one of these trips that I discovered just how inconvenient it can be to be pregnant with twins...
One of our less busy weekends, we decided to go fishing at a little pond not too far from our home. The kids were excited about the warm summer day and getting the chance to catch a few fish. We packed the car with our cooler, bait, and poles and off we went. We were all looking forward to a leisurely day in the sun, enjoying a favorite family pastime - fishing.
The pond near our home has an old-fashioned setting. It has a little waterfall near a lodge that is used for ice skating in the winter. The pond is also surrounded by the lush greenery of a park. Phil and the kids jumped out of our van with all the gear and headed to the waters edge. Knowing our routine when we had the kids with us, I followed leisurely behind. Phil always rigs the poles for the kids before he and I actually starting to fish ourselves. I decided to sit down on the grass a few feet from the waters edge. It had become difficult for me to stand on my feet for long periods of time so I carefully figured out a way to plop myself down on the soft grass. Phil and the kids wandered down the ponds' edge about 50 feet to find a good spot for the kids to fish, free from overhanging trees. It was a beautiful warm summer day and unbelievably (and thankfully!) enough, we were the only people fishing there at that moment. Floating on the water were dozens of tranquil geese, enjoying the same beautiful day we were. That was not to be for long ... about 5 minutes into our lazy-day fishing excursion, a noisy car rounded the corner in the parkway behind us and startled the entire flock! With wings flapping and loud honking, all the geese started to run across the surface of the pond to take flight. Phil and the kids stopped what they were doing and we all watched in amazement as the majority of the birds started to soar upward in a path that led directly over my head. What I thought was going to be a moment of splendor quickly turned into a realization of horror as I noticed that it seemed to be raining on the pond below the geese. Confused, but only for a moment, I realized what was about to happen ...
Phil has related this story countless times in the last 7 years since it happened. We still go fishing and the kids, many of them grown now, still come along. Our twin boys are learning to be great little fishermen. Can you guess the first lesson I've taught my novice fishing twins?? Pick your spot carefully and watch out for geese!!