Fishing For Pride
On the morning of June 25, 1999 my life in some perspective changed. My father and I had decided the night before that the next morning we would head down to the Shenandoah River to go fishing. He was originally going to go by himself. He thought there was no way in Hell that I, his 12-year-old daughter, would wake up at that hour and even consider going fishing. Besides, I would just be a tag along that could not keep up, right? This was not the case and I undoubtedly proved him wrong. At about 4:00 a.m., I heard a loud bang on the door. It was my father, he told me to get up and to make sure I wore comfortable clothes and comfortable shoes that could get wet and that I could walk in all day. I immediately sprung out of bed, got dressed and ran downstairs. We packed up the car with fishing rods, tackle, coolers, buckets and things of that nature. Just before we left, he turned to me and said, "Now Jess, if you don't want to go, you don't have to go." I looked right back at him and said, "If I didn't want to go, then I wouldn't be out here right now." Just by the tone of his voice and the hopeless expression on his face,
My father had told me that he was proud of me and was amazed by what he had seen. We waded all through the river, with my dad leading the way, and I, just sort of followed along behind him. When we got to the car, the puzzled look on his face clearly stated, how could my 12-year-old daughter catch five fish, and I not catch any? We packed everything up, including my five fish and went home. The birds were singing and the fish were jumping. It was nine inches long and called a rainbow trout. I knew my father had gained a new respect for me and I had defiantly gained a new respect for myself. When it would wiggle around, the scales on the fish would reflect off the sun in all different types of rainbow colors. The trees were bursting with all different types of green and the flowers were fully blossomed. I just wanted to be out there, doing what my dad does best. I could not wait to feel the warm water around my body and the sun on my face. I knew that in a way he was despising me because I, his little girl, had in fact caught the first fish.
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