FISHING WITH DAD
Fishing With Dad I was watching a movie on Netflix, one of the series films that Netflix produces, entitled “The Gentleman”, or at least I think that it was called. Anyway I won’t go into details about the movie, only attempt to describe a scene that triggered a long lost memory. A member of the noble family, the brother of the Lord of the manor…. incidentally this movie takes place in our time, and in England where they still embrace royalty, I digress, the member of this noble family was in a rowboat with the stableman floating on their man made lake, fishing. Tiring of waiting for the fish to take the hook, he, the brother, suddenly stood up, shotgun in hand, and blasts the water. The camera zooms to a height, and looks down on the scene below. As a result of the blast to the water, stunned fish dot the surface of the pond. I’m reminded of the summer when I went fishing with my dad. I wouldn’t have been more than seven, or eight years old. My dad, a Great Lakes sailor was rarely
