I wasn’t even planning on fishing today at the free fishing fair. Most of our family activities are children centered and fishing is no exception. Preparing the line and hooking the worm for all the little ones is just too much work on its own. But, my husband, a volunteer, and a few other Muslims were there helping the children, so when the sister offered to let me fish for a few minutes with her rod, I accepted.
It has been a few years since I’d been fishing. Our outdoor activities had almost come to a halt when Isa was born. My husband and I didn’t even bother paying for a fishing license last year. We are trying to get out more now, so we tried fishing today. Anyway, after a few casts I felt a bite and with a bit of a struggle I reeled in a nice size catfish. It was so empowering. My husband offered to help, but I stubbornly refused as I really felt the desire to pull that fish in myself. I don’t know why, but I was so proud of myself. I loved every minute of it. I have to admit I didn’t pull the hook out of its mouth. Still working on that skill…