I happened to be floating over some little fish, and figured if I didn’t move they wouldn’t spook.
“Quick, cast your popper over here.” I said, dropping my camera into the water. Gracy tossed her popper over near me, and when she gave it a pop, it got the attention of a little bass.
One last jolt, and the bass took the popper. It was not the biggest bass in the world, but it put up a nice fight. The little fish was swimming my way as I grabbed Gracy’s line and brought up her fish to unhook it.
I was sure to stop by the gas station to pick up a cold smoothie for the drive home, along with a few snacks to keep Gracy happy. When she was a kid she used to love going fishing, because it was the only time her parents allowed junk food. I like to think I’m keeping up with her family tradition by supplying the white cheddar popcorn she loves; and the best thing is that I actually like fishing with her.