It's A Non Report But Maybe We Caught Something...

 

Sometimes I think I've occasionally been remiss in my parenting and grandparenting. My dad made me fish with a cane pole until he was confident that I was not going to cause a ruckus in the boat somehow with tangles, hooked fishing partners and expensive dropped overboard green stamp purchased fishing combos. Hence the cane pole use. I don't worry about all that and go ahead and provide if not the best gear, serviceable gear that they use well.     

That does not mean I haven't had to dredge up a couple of dropped fishing poles over the past year or so. One five year old dropped his, an honest mistake. I'm not sure what came to be when the 41 year old dropped hers but I do recall that I was a full grown man, still tromping around in cane thickets in search of the one with the perfect curve before I discovered you could catch crappie with a rod and reel instead of switch cane and black Dacron line with a cork bobber. 

So with all these memories bouncing inside my head I was glad to take the grandkids to Pioneer Days at Martin Dies Jr. State Park. In addition to providing cane pole fishing they saw some camp cooking (nothing new for them here) old fashion kitchen wares, muzzle loading rifles, and how to fold a blanket in a triangle for ground sleeping.  

While they didn't add to our year end catfish totals today may be they learned something about the old ways that will connect them to the things in my old head. Nothing remiss about that.