catch a fish

In the dream, I had a net and waded out into the water, scooping up gorgeous sun fish the size of both my hands put together. I really must go try fishing as soon as the weather warms.

My grandfather was an expert fisherman, along with having a green thumb strong enough to grow any vegetable you can think of in the New Mexico desert. When I was a kid, I would go on weeks long camping and fishing trips with my grandparents and my aunt who is three years older than me. Grandpa caught enough fish that we had his catch for dinner every night, lovely, tender salmon and trout from Lake Vallacitos in Colorado. I never once caught a fish. The closest I got was snagging a dead fish that had been floating on the surface. I was about 6 years old and deeply disappointed that I wasn’t allowed to keep the fish.

Sometime in the next 12 months, I’d like to catch a fish, in memory of Grandpa Terrierhead.