Sometimes I dream of my dad, and it is so odd, he is always just arriving and we are just about to go on some adventure, but somehow, we get caught up in making the bed, or sweeping the floor or any number of mundane things and I wake up before it is over.
We went fishing once when I was about 10, we went to this bass lake and on the way we drove along a river and my dad pointed out a wake in the stream crossing at some speed; we pulled over, stopped and watched as a large river rat swam to shore and walked assuredly up the bank.
Later, after we had paid our admission fee and staked out a lee-side cove under a sweaty tree. I cast my line and hooked a bluegill. I was so excited that I yanked it off the hook, dropped it beside me and tossed my line again.
I did this about 6 or 7 times before my dad remarked that I hadn't baited my hook.
I swear those fish were having as much fun as I was.