going fishing
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2016.08.04
Our son is really pretty amazing. We're going to a friend's cottage. I told him this morning that the lake was shallow and weedy, and he correctly guessed the type of fish that would be living there and from that the type of lures we'd be using.
But then again, when we went fishing with a friend's family last week, it was interesting to watch that eight year old helping one of the teenagers deal with a snag.