What a fun day! Meet Steve, a guy I’ve been talking to for some time at McDonalds. We had often discuss fishing, vandwelling, small houses, and various topics of mutual interest. Steve’s father, Max, is equally fun to chat with.
Steve and I took his Impala out with no specific destination in mind. He asked where the best fishing is located. I advised him that Decorah is the farthest places but has one stream where I could almost guarantee he would get his limit of nice fish. He said 107 miles is no big deal… and we headed there!
Without a bike, there was some some serious walking over rough terrain. The embankment was so steep and painful for standing that I likened it to a woman wearing high heels… with the heels made of sharp limestone! By the end of the day we were both sore… with close to a mile to walk back.
Steve had a great time fishing. I showed him a few pointers and what to use for bait and tackle as well as how to present it. He learned quickly and seemed to really enjoy himself. Before long, we each had our limit of five fish.
On the way back to Cedar Rapids, Steve and I stopped in the town of Oelwein, 4 miles from where Grandma and Grandpa Harris are buried. The small town cafe had an all-you-can-eat cod special for $8.50… Here we were with 10 fish in the car but too tired to clean and cook them. The cod was darned good! I just wish the little guy pictured below could have enjoyed it!
After I got back and Steve and I exchanged our thank you’s, it was time to clean the fish. Mr. Jesse kept excitedly jumping on my shoulder and watching the work with great interest. Serena avoided the carnage. She will eat fish but seems to feel that as a lady, the trout should be cooked and presented to her. Those cats are so spoiled!
Today’s trip was uplifting in more ways than catching fish and breathing fresh air. The moving date is nearing. Things have been very stressful lately. But to have someone I only know from “coffee hour” offer to go fishing and extend a hand in friendship really meant a lot. Steve put the “good” in my “Good Friday” and I sure hope his day was as enjoyable. I can still hear that first yelp as his fishing rod bent over… Fun stuff but addicting! 😀
Thanks for riding along. Enjoy the Easter Weekend.