Last weekend we were treated to a return visit from our niece Robyn, her husband Thad, & their sons Zane (8) and Sam (4). They previously had come in April to run the 1/2 marathon and during the race, Don had taken the boys fishing. Before this visit, Robyn had texted that Zane and Sam wanted to go fishing again with Uncle Don.
So on Saturday morning, when Robyn and Thad left for a few hours to attend a teacher’s conference, Don and I (and Betsy who was home from Florence-weary South Carolina), headed to our neighborhood lake with fishing poles, crickets, and a cooler.
Now for those of you who think summer ends when school starts, think again. Today is actually the last official day of summer, and rest assured, it was a very summery day last Saturday morning in Nashville. Think sunny, humid, and 90+ degrees.
Unfortunately, early attempts at finding a fishing spot in the shade where the fish were biting failed. Exit Betsy.
“The boys” and Don were on a serious mission though and kept trying. Here you see them, a little fatigued but still determined, halfway around the lake.
So they had no choice but to try the dam, which as you might tell from the image below, was in full sun and blazing hot.
You gotta love Uncle Don’s Huck Finn style hat and brim.
Wait, did I just say bream?
As soon as Zane could cast his line, he was reeling in the bream, one right after the other. He told us his goal was to catch eight. He didn’t say why but it was clear he wasn’t leaving, no matter what, until he had caught eight.
But wait. What about ‘lil bro Sam? Well, about the time we got to the hot dam (I’ve always wanted to use that term in the proper context) I sensed Sam had about had it, so we found a picnic table under some shade trees about 20 yards away for a different kind of fish experience.
Well, it seems Sam loves to snack (“graze”) and after two juice boxes, 1/2 bag of goldfish and a bottle of water, things were starting to look up. Sam, in fact, was smiling up at me from under the table. So I grabbed my camera but didn’t like shooting through the table so I asked him if he could come back up. He then assumed this pose:
Okay, I have to admit, I really love this photograph.
Sam and I continued to talk. I asked,
“So what was the favorite thing you did this summer?”
He answered, “swimming.”
I asked, “Do you know how to swim yet?”
He answered, “no, but Zane is teaching me.”
I said, “That’s nice. Zane is a great big brother, isn’t he?”
Sam nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
We went on to talk about Pokemon, Daniel the Tiger, and Paw Patrol.
Soon we heard Zane yell excitedly “I did it! I did it! I caught eight fish!” Sam and I went over to congratulate him.
Okay! Mission accomplished. Time to head home.
As we were walking back home, Don said he started comparing the day’s fishing to the fishing in April. When home, Don whispered to me, “Last spring, Sam caught 7 and Zane 3.”
That little smile? Priceless.
Thanks for following my blog and sharing in one of our sweet end of summer memories.
4 Replies to “Zane at 8”
As usual, great story and photos! Thx!
From: Mary Rice’s blog Reply-To: Mary Rice’s blog Date: Saturday, September 22, 2018 at 1:03 PM To: Grace Buechlein Subject: [New post] Zane at 8
WordPress.com Mary Rice posted: “Last weekend we were treated to a return visit from our niece Robyn, her husband Thad, & their sons Zane (8) and Sam (4). They previously had come in April to run the 1/2 marathon and during the race, Don had taken the boys fishing. Before this visit,”
Great blog post and photos. Whose smile. You or Zane ? Jody
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Great question. A little vague the way I wrote it. I meant Zane’s.
A wonderful anthem to summertime!