My Little Fishing Buddy

Zev is a little wild man. He already loves being outside – just like his dad. Almost from birth, going outside seemed to calm and soothe him. His curious eyes could never seem to get enough as he surveyed the world around him. He often went hiking and on other adventures with his family. And sometimes when mom is away he goes fishing with his dad. He’s not old enough to cast a fly or to wade in the water, but there’s no doubt this boy was born to fish. Out of all the toys and other items he loves to play with around the house nothing gets him more excited than the site of one of dad’s fly rods. When he catches a glimpse of a rod, nothing else matters. He’ll throw fits that will melt your face if he doesn’t get to lay his little fingers on it. This boy was born to fish.
On this particular day Mom was away and Dad decided to go fish a favorite local small stream and throw some hoppers. With the baby backpack, snacks, and the child Nalgene bottle in tow Zev was ready to hit the water. It was a beautiful day and the fish were willing. Zev gazed at the little slimy creatures in wonder – didn’t really know what to think of them. After some good fishing, he was all tuckered out and took a nap on Dad’s back. I’m sure he dreamed the same dreams as his dad: dreams of beautiful fish in beautiful places. It’s a good thing that this would not be the last of the fishing adventures with Dad.

Zev is my little man. And he’s my sprouting fishing buddy.
(Thanks for the pics, Derek!)