Hand Fishing (Fiction Friday)

My brother never caught a fish with his bare hands. That’s not to say that he’s never tried because he most definitely has. It’s surprising that he hasn’t managed to catch one yet. For starters he’s being trying all summer. And secondly, he’s been catching critters since he was a toddler. As a little tot he would stumble into the house covered in dirt carrying spiders and worms.

As he grew older his catching abilities were amplified. He would take trips down to the swamp and come back with tadpoles, frogs, and salamanders. The dirtier he got, the slimier the creature was, the happier he was. He would spend hours catching amphibians and bugs just because it was fun.

One nice summer day he decided it would be entertaining to go fishing. No one in our family fishes so we didn’t have any fishing poles lying around the house. That didn’t stop my brother. If he wanted to catch a fish, he was going to catch a fish. So he strolled down to the lake that day with nothing but himself and a sandwich for lunch.

He wasted no time jumping right into the water. He approached hand fishing the same way he caught anything else. Once he saw a fish he would slowly sneak up on it and reach out to grab it. Somehow every time the fish managed to swim away. You might just say it was a lucky day for the fish, or a bad day for my brother. However, June turned into August and he still hadn’t caught any fish.

A normal person might have given up and just went out and bought a fishing pole, but I’ll say one thing for my brother, he’s determined. Once he’s put his mind to something he’s not going to stop until he accomplishes it. So every morning he set out early and didn’t return until dark and every night he came home empty-handed. That’s not to say that he’s never come close. He’s been so close. He’s grabbed them just to have them slip through his fingers.

My brother still hasn’t caught a fish. If you ask me he wasted his summer. But according to him he was just going easy on the fish. Maybe you can look at it as he was just practicing. Because you can be sure that once the spring comes around he’s going to be in that water splashing around believing that he’s going to catch a fish one day.

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About A Geek At Heart

My name is Liz and I’m 22. I’m a college student from Massachusetts currently studying Public Health. I love traveling, reading, and photography. I also like elephants and maps. If you have a book you would like reviewed, feel free to contact me.
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One Response to Hand Fishing (Fiction Friday)

  1. Joe Pineda says:

    A very nice story, with tints of magical realism and nostalgia. I like it.

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