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A fishing memory with my grandparents

Molly J. Bredehoft
Cora, Wyo.

My Pappa shows off his catch while my Grammie smiles at his good luck.

My Grammie and Pappa loved to fish together. I can remember as a kid going fishing with them in Colorado along various types of mountain waters – lakes, streams, rivers. They were very serious about catching fish when they went out, and I know my Pappa loved having access to private waters, then they could fish in places where hardly, if any, other people would be present. So when I married a guy who loved to fly fish, I believe they were excited to have someone else in the family who shared one of their passions.

One summer while my husband and I lived in Laramie, Wyo., Pappa’s brother and his wife came to visit my grandparents. They liked to fish too, and pretty soon we had a day of fishing planned. My husband hooked up the boat and gathered the fishing gear, I made lunch, and as soon as they arrived we headed out to Curt Gowdy State Park, east of Laramie, Wyo.

The day was perfect: warm weather and clear blue skies stretching to the horizon. We fished all day long, enjoying the company of one another. Luckily, we caught and kept enough trout to have a fish fry. Many stories of my grandparents fishing days were told over our meal, bringing big smiles and long laughs.

That was the last time I went fishing with Pappa. Parkinson’s disease began to take its toll on his body until he passed away last fall. I’m so glad I was able to capture pictures of our last fishing trip together. Although he wasn’t able to go out fishing towards the end of his life, he spoke a lot about going and took a genuine interest in the trips my husband and I went on.

I hope everyone enjoyed the day as much as I did, for I think of it often and realize what a special time it was. Memories of fishing with my grandparents will follow me through my life, and I am glad I could have one last outing with my Grammie and Pappa fishing together.