Fishing Squad

Some of my best memories from childhood involve fishing with my dad. I would get the line tangled beyond repair, say something like, “You want to trade?” and then wait for a bite while he cut through layers of mono and retied hooks. At the time it was great and I caught a lot of fish. Now that I’m an adult with two terrible fisherman of my own, I understand what he went through.

In order for Liam to catch this lake monster I had to disentangle his brother’s ankles from fishing line, uncross three poles, unwrap a rod tip, and remove a hook from my hand. It was glorious.