The dog days of summer have arrived in full force. All week, we have been under heat advisories as the heat index has soared into triple digits, and fishing is the only thing that the boy wants to do. So we went.
It was early and already hot. The humidity made the air heavy, and the fish were biting superbly! Within three minutes, we had our first fish.
My favorite part though…the part that I never want to forget was when that sweet little boy filled his pockets with worms to take with him. I offered him the tub, but he declined. “It’s okay. I got pockets,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess you do,” I responded as he walked away so big, and I wondered if I would find pieces of worms in the laundry later.
In my mind, I shake the Polaroid I took of the moment until the image becomes clear. There he is, worms flipping between his fingers in a vain attempt to escape the black abyss of his pocket.
Here’s to the worms that were made for pockets.
What has been your experience? I’d enjoy hearing from you.