Paddle Board Fishing
When life is simple. The rewards become the biggest.
My nephew. His pole. A board and a paddle.
We cruise around Lake Monomonac in North Central Massachusetts. A perfect September day. Sunshine. No clouds. And a few leaves getting ready to change into their vibrant colors.
As we share stories of our days. He occasional asks if he has a fish. As this experience is still new to him.
But like life. The more experiences he has. The more he begins to understand. And after catching a few few. He then understands what it is like to have a fish. On the end of his line.
This trip. A smile lasts the whole ride. Each fish. Provides endless excitement. And a connection to the water we float upon.
A passion is created. One that connects him with nature. The water. And fishing.
To him this is paddleboard fishing.
To me and opportunity to share so many things I love. With him.