Just a Hook

When I was a little girl, I loved to fish. At my Nana's house, at Conesus Lake, anywhere I thought I might get a bite. My dad and I would even go "hunting for night crawlers" in Nana's garden in Springwater, NY so I'd have bait for the next day.

Fishing on Conesus Lake with my Sister Bridgette (left)

In Wayland they have worm-vending-machines outside of gas stations where you can by bait. I remember one day we got some worms and I went fishing in Nana's pond. I fished for so long that I used all of the bait. Instead of finding something else to do I decided to just keep casting my line out into the pond, no worms, no fake bait, just a hook.

"Marg, your not gonna catch anything with just a hook," Nana said.

"We'll get you some more worms tomorrow." Dad said.

I just kept on fishing.

Then, boom.

I got a bite, I set the hook and reeled it in.

There it was, a Sunfish.

Dad and Nana were in astonished. I can hear Nana now, "for Pete's Sake."

Me with (possibly) THE Sunfish at Nana's House 2003 (ish)

I'm convinced this core memory of mine is the reason why I am such a "go for it" person.

I thought taking on a Customer Service role at work would be cool, so I went for it. I thought moving to California would be cool, so I went for it. I thought being a homeowner would be cool, so I went for it. I thought being the first person in my family to go to college would be cool, so I went for it. I thought fishing with nothing but a hook would work, so I went for it.

Things you try might work out, they might not, either way just go for it. Who knows it might make for a good story.

I am forever thankful for my fishing days at Nana's and who knows I might need to pick up a pole again one of these days.

Ice Fishing on Conesus Lake

My tackle box (Yes, I still have it)

Me with the Mackerel I caught in the Gulf of Mexico 2018