Eight-year old Joseph has long held a dim view of the Looking Glass river as a source of productive fishing. The stretch running through DeWitt, in particular, has been anthema to the youngest member of the family, until Monday.
Recent crawfishing trips to the Looking Glass at the Riverfront Park in DeWitt turned up signs of a thriving carp population, however, and on Dad's afternoon off, we headed to the Park, hooked up some worms, and cast our lines under the Bridge Street bridge. Over the next couple of hours, Joseph was rewarded with four large carp and three smallmouth bass. The carp, in particular, were whoppers, with the largest topping out at around two feet long and weighing close to 10 pounds.
I have never been a fisherman and likely wouldn't even own a fishing pole were it not for Joseph. The joy of fishing with Joseph is in watching a little boy land a big fish all on his own and seeing other kids coming over from the playground to see what he caught. Our Monday at the Looking Glass is a reminder as well that it's often the most prosaic activities that we remember best- because a young boy will likely remember a couple of hours on a Monday afternoon for his whole life.
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