- My step son plays travel baseball, so much of the summer is spent… driving, sitting in the hot sun, being drenched in the down pours and eating dust. I have learned to keep a bag packed in the back of our suv the entire baseball season. In this bag we have one zebra print blanket, one Notre Dame blanket (beginning of the season has chilly nights), Hot hands feet and hand warmers, a Notre Dame towel (for after the rain), one of those beach blankets that unfolds and is waterproof (to sit on if we are in the bleachers), umbrella, two rain jackets, a Columbia Notre Dame fleece jacket, pair of socks, hand sanitizer, sunblock, mosquito spray, Chicago Blackhawks ball cap, Chicago Cubs beanie hat, Under Armour gloves, deodorant, a baseball, tennis ball, extra mit and a first aid kit that includes bandages, alcohol wipes, neosporin, splinter out, burn cream, scissors, ice pack, 2 waters, antacid, and ibuprofen. We also pack 2 camping chairs incase we end up sitting along the fence. I have also learned before we pull out of the driveway to ask “Hat? Belt? Cleats?” (In reference to Adam Sandler’s “Phone, Wallet, Keys”). Don’t forget the cup!! And to stop by the ATM because most ball parks are cash only. We wrapped up the season in third place. All the parents with their burnt faces and knees the kids with their dirty hats and ripped knee baseball pants were just spent. Done with the season. It’s a lot of fun but everyone just done. My sons played baseball, my youngest loved it. He only got to play for 2 years then issues came up and baseball was over then soon after that football stopped. (That’s all I have to say about that). Now my oldest, bless his heart was the one that was in the outfield with his mit on his head chasing butterflies. He was diagnosed later with aspergers autism. My granddaughters now play. They are 7&5 so still learning. But so much fun to watch!
- There was no tournament on Sunday, first free one we have had in awhile. So I called my dad up and asked if he would take us all fishing. He never passes up a day to go fishing. Just so happened that on our way home from the ball park on Saturday we stopped by the Bass Pro Shop and picked up some fishing line, rubber worms, rattlers and some hooks. Now I have to be early to everything where as my husband is the “eh we will get there” type…my dad said meet him at 7 am (usually morning fishing is to be on the lake at 5 am). It was almost 6, we had an hour drive still had to stop by the store and grab food and drinks to put in the cooler…we got to the lake a little after 7. Morning fishing was fun we caught some bluegill and one perch then we decided to do some bass fishing. I think we all got to catch some bass, the longer we were out on the boat the more the jet skis and tubers started to come out. We are minding our own business fishing the shore line and I see this jet ski coming up on us “what does this dude want? He has the entire lake why does he have to ride up by us” I said angrily. Jamey says “well he’s wearing boots and a side arm, I’m pretty sure he’s a CO”…yep he was. He wanted to see our permits and of course from where we fished in the rain the last time mine pretty much melted away so he had to call mine in and of course it wasn’t in my married name but my maiden name. (Which really isn’t my maiden name either it’s my ex husbands last name..puke) Anyways he was really nice made sure we all had a life vest in the boat asked how the fish were biting etc. then off he went…what a job! To ride around on a jet ski all day! We fished 7 hours that day. My step son had one monster of a bass but just as he got it to the boat it jumped up and bit his rubber worm in half!
My dad is the best fisherman I know, along with my grandfather but my grandfather is slowing down and just can’t do what he use to do which is heartbreaking for me because I’ve always been close to him. Since all my medical issues have been going on I needed a break and how better to take a break than to be out on the water! I love the water, the sound, the smell, it is so calming to me. I live a little over a hour away from my dad and at my house it started to rain so we got on The Weather Channel and looked at the radar and it looked like it would just miss where we were going fishing so I called my dad and asked if he was still up for going his reply “I’m not afraid to get wet”, and that was that. We get to my dads and it was still in the low 90’s, get the boat loaded up with all our fishing gear, our coolers of snacks and drinks and I looked in the back of our SUV and debated on grabbing the umbrella but decided not to because the radar didn’t look as if we were going to get any rain and looking up at the sky with the sun I decided to leave the umbrella (like it would’ve mattered).
We head to the lake now this lake is in a chain of different lakes, some are no wake some you can go full throttle. Dad and I get in the boat my husband backs us into the water at the loading ramp and we pull off onto the sand to wait while Jamey parks the Jeep. My dad hasn’t had this boat very long, his bass boat burned up in a barn fire so he replaced the bass boat with a v-bottom boat that is brand new. (I will get into fishing stories with my dad and Jamey later). The sky is getting darker you can see the cold front move in like a Bob Ross painting but looking at the radar and getting the alerts on our phones we decide it will be ok the warning is for the north of the county and not where we were. We make our way through 3 lakes to go to the lake we want that’s known for bass, it’s about a half an hour boat ride to get there. We start to fish the shore of course dad catches the first one then Jamey then myself…and I feel it start to sprinkle. Ehhh it will be ok a few sprinkles don’t matter so we get our rain jackets on (frogg toggs, sterns and cabelas) and the sprinkles turn into rain. You can see it off in the distance coming at us on the lake. The lightning in the sky is sideways and the thunder booms as rain starts coming down sideways also. We rush to put our phones in the waterproof compartment. Slide the tackle bags under the seats and keep fishing. Dad brings in another bass, the lightning streaking the sky and the thunder booming and cracking the rain is just a steady down pour the rain jackets didn’t help. I kick my shoes off and continue to fish barefoot, hey it’s better than having wet feet in shoes.
Finally the rain let’s us now it’s just a constant rain. We troll along the bank catching a fish here and there as the rain turns into a sprinkle that is just under a “rain” definition and dad brings in a pike. I love pike fishing they always put up a good fight. Jamey has never caught a pike so he thought that was way cool. Now it’s at a light sprinkle still tripling around the bank we see this guy on his pier reel in this huge fish, it was so big he had to bring it up into his yard just to get the hook out..no worries he threw it back and it swam off as did all of our fish we caught. We think it was a carp or muskee, either way it was BIG! It’s still sprinkling but just barely we continue to fish around the bank. We are soaked…fingers and toes are pruned, rain still dripping off the brim of our ball caps. My ball cap was a Monster energy that we got when we went to watch super cross, Jamey had his favorite Cubs hat and my dad had a camo Cabelas with a black American flag stitched in. I kept nagging dad because he wore his tennis shoes and socks to take them off because we were so wet. My nikes were under the drivers seat filled with water and Jamey’s Sanuks were wet but not holding water. Dad turns on the radio and just leaves it on the first channel he can pick up which was classic rock from the 70s and 80s. I tried to get him to sync one of our phones or use our Sirius radio but nooooo “it’s fine” …ooook dad.
It’s well after 9pm we have caught about 10 bass, one pike and a lone blue gill. Now this entire time I am fishing the back of the boat Jamey middle and dad front with the trolling motor. I am using the big motor in the back to help me keep my balance, I’m still getting light headed. My upper thigh is still numb and I don’t have full strength if my hand yet. Dad and Jamey gave me crap because a couple times I about casted myself right out of the boat! For some reason my dad and Jamey both have me swing my rod around so they can take my fish off for me, I usually do it myself so I think they are doing it because of my episode but I am thankful they did without me having to ask. I try to hide my hand and head spins from them so they won’t worry but I just couldn’t hold the rod anymore. I just reeled my biggest bass of the night in and it was all I had to get it in the boat and get my picture with it so I decided I’m done the night, I put my pole down and just tell them I am cold (all 3 of us still dripping wet). Dad brings his biggest in for the night and it’s almost 11pm. I’m the one that has to be the party pooper and tell them we need to wrap it up because Jamey has to work in the morning, if he didn’t we would’ve fished all night..I love doing that. There is just something about the water, none of us are talking we are all just trolling along enjoying the peace. No traffic, no work, no problems, and if you do think about your problems they are not stressed over when you are on the water. Poor Jamey doesn’t get his “big one” for the night. We pack up and start to head back, it is pitch black the clouds hiding the moon so getting back is kind of hard. Jamey holding a flashlight and the the solar lights on the bouys.
Like we have done many times, Jamey backs the Jeep in dad loads the boat, we pull her out and strap her down. I was going to grab what clothes we did have out of the boat but it’s a 15 min drive to his house and everything is soaking wet. We get unloaded, everything put away or put in our SUV. We say our goodbyes and start to head home. I am still dripping…I have the baseball bag in the back!! It has 2 blankets in there!! So Jamey and I strip down butt ass naked he has the Notre Dame blanket wrapped around him and I have the zebra print wrapped around me. Turn the heat up because that cold front moved in we went from 90’s to 60’s ahh the luxury of heated seats. We got home after midnight laughing and talking on the way home about IF we were to get pulled over explaining to the police on why we are naked with blankets wrapped around us!!