Dedication To My Grandfathers

Robert Kirkwood Fishing Story Continued:

On one particular trip, Dad, my brother and I rented a boat and went in search of “pan” fish–bluegill. When we stopped and tossed our lines in, we must have been on top of a school of bluegill, big bluegill. Dad and I couldn’t pull them in fast enough. Within a short period of time, we had our limit. However, the fish weren’t biting for my brother. He didn’t catch one of the 45 bluegill we took home. Despite Daddy baiting his hook, changing seats in the boat, exchanging poles, my brother caught no fish.

On another family outing, “the worm turned” so to speak. We were camped at Duck Lake and spent a lot of time out in the boat. Everyone, except me, caught fish on that trip. I’m not saying “The fish weren’t biting” for me on one day, they didn’t bite for me the whole week we were there. No matter what we tried, no matter who baited the hook or where I sat in the boat, the fish weren’t biting.

Roberta Place (Kirkwood) March 21, 2005.