A fishing memory with my grandparents
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.