At our family cabin, I spend a lot of time looking out at the lake in the evenings, waiting to spot rising cutthroat trout. In the dog days of summer, the wait can be long. There have been, and still are, times when the wait is difficult, due to my eagerness to fish. However, watching the activity on and around the lake with my daughter, her hand in mine, makes for a very different experience. The wait almost disappears altogether, and the time becomes one of appreciation for what already is.
I’m proud to have a three-year-old daughter who knows such things as the difference between a grizzly bear and a black bear. A daughter who knows the difference between a rod and a pole. A daughter who knows what patience is and how one can best pass the time, when waiting at such places as our cabin. I have taught her some of these things. But she has taught me others.
The Literary Fly Fisher 
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