Fish

  Since we have been in Nova Scotia the race is on to catch a fish. Just one. Doesn't matter how big...as long as it's large enough to keep. It could feed a family of five or a snack for one. It doesn't matter. The boys, John included, must catch a trout!

  It has changed plans. Altered itineraries. Postponed meals. And been the major topic of conversation. What bait to use. Worms versus lures. What spot. For how long. It is all consuming.

  For four long days my sons and husband have tried and tried and tried. With no success. 

  At ten o'clock this morning, while casually looking out the living room window at the lake, Riley sees it. A boat. Very close to shore. Three people casually casting their lines into the water. All three rush to the window to watch. Alex yells "They better not get one!".  Then the unthinkable happens.

  Right before their eyes, one of the fishermen hauls a trout out of the water. From 125 feet away, their eyes see the silver gleaming in the sunshine. Someone has done, in a few short minutes, what they haven't been able to do in four long days.

  The mood in the room changes. There is a feeling of defeat. Alex goes outside and asks them what bait they are using.  When he comes back inside there is a new feeling in the air. Determination has replaced the defeat. And with a new sense of purpose they head out to the dock to cast their lines once again.

  Perhaps today is the day. Maybe not. Either way they will have stories to tell and memories have been made.

  This is what family life is all about!

  Ang