Let's Go Fishing
--By Rita WysongIn his teens, Bob made it to Eagle Scout, an honor achieved by few boy scouts. He has always loved nature and could name dozens of trees, flowers, etc. He learned how to swim and taught his sons and grandsons. He also taught them how to fish and never tired of telling the kids, "Let's go fishing" after cramming bread dough in their pockets for bait. Bobby could hardly tear himself away and would fish for hours.
Birthday Fishing Trip |
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In Khartoum, Bob and the boys liked to fish for Nile perch. They loved the perch prepared by our houseboy, Michael. Many years later, when we took Bobby on a trip to the Chesapeake for the weekend for his birthday, Bob and I both brought in 50 lb. black drums. It was like hauling in a huge 50 lb. person -dead weight and little fight. Bob smoked the fish and it and the salmon were given to friends for Christmas as gifts, with cheese and bagels. A real delicacy.
When we bought a cabin in the country, Bob often took his boys and grandsons fishing at the Potomac, a stone's throw away from the cabin. One year, John won a prize, bringing in the largest fish that summer.