When I was a kid, I caught minnows with my hands. For those who know me now, you might find that hard to believe, but it’s true. I’d wade in a pond, patiently waiting for one to swim by. I’d quickly scoop it up in my hands and put it in a make-shift “pool” that I dug in the sand on the beach. I could be entertained for hours.
Fast-forward 30 or so years and I’m watching my son do the same thing. For those of you who know my son, this is NOT hard to believe. Only this time around, he has his own net and a bucket for his new buddies. Yep, they are all his buddies.
He’s got his favorite spots for catching minnows. He’s quick with the net and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing his voice say, “Mom! I got one!”
It’s been one crazy summer full of adventures – both big and small. But, our story of spending hours in the Bark River, wading around, catching minnows for hours just might be my favorite.
If you ever want to join us, he‘ll be more than happy to be your guide. He’ll tell you where to look and show you the proper technique of scooping your net into the water. Within minutes, you’ll have a minnow. Guaranteed.