Yesterday was our last day in Ohio. When we woke up and asked Robby what he wanted to do, his answer was firm and immediate. "Momom, I want to go fishing." Thankfully Grandma knew a great little fishing pond, and his request was easy to grant!
Robby's Uncle Jeff
assembled the fishing pole that Robby won during the fishing derby last
month. He gave us all a brief tutorial on how to use it and explained
the various items in the tackle box. We grabbed a few hot dogs from the
freezer and headed out to fish.
Robby was excited to
give his new prize a whirl and raced his Daddy down to the pond as soon
as we parked the car. I baited the hook and handed the rod to Robby. I
asked him to hold onto the pole and turned my back to hand Scott the
remaining hot dog. In those few seconds Robby had dropped the line and
hooked a fish. I no sooner handed off the bait then I was wrestling with
a flipping fish on the dock.
I tried to steady the
poor little fish with my foot so that I could remove the hook from his
little lips, but my efforts only seemed to agitate him. It took a few
seconds for me to realize that trying to hold him still by steadying him
under my prosthetic foot was probably not the best approach. I can't
distinguish how much weight I'm applying under my prosthesis and,
although I tried to be gentle, I think I partly squished the poor
little fishy's tail. I finally freed the hook and put him back in the
water, but he didn't swim away quickly and I'm pretty sure he wasn't
just relaxing when I saw him floating in the distance.
as soon as I freed (and disabled) the first fish, Robby was pulling in
another. This time he enthusiastically screamed, "I've got you now you
little fishy b@st@ard." Poor Grandma almost fell into the water hearing
that exclamation come pouring so naturally out of my little boy's
While Scott pulled Robby to the side to discuss his
use of colorful language, I worked on unhooking the wiggly and scaly
catch. I learned from my prosthesis squishing mistake and steadied the
remaining fish with my biological foot. Although using my right leg
changed my angle of approach, I was able to get a rhythm unhooking our
little swimming friends. I had a lot of practice figuring out the most
efficient, and the safest way to free the fish from the hook during the
afternoon. In total Robby caught twelve fish!
fisherman had a great time fishing in Ohio and, although we had a lot of
fun visiting with family, I'm fairly confident that this experience
will be his most vivid and fondest memory. After all, it isn't everyday
you hook so many fish so quickly!