The Duffy's love fish.
But they can't fish. It's the Duffy Curse.
Robinson tells me stories of camping with his family in which they would bring tarter sauce, cheese, and rice. They always intended to catch fish for supper...but they never did. They could spend hours upon hours, cast upon cast, but never get a single bite. Fate constantly toyed with them and even Aaron, who was the family's "woodsman," was no match for her antics.
The year or so after Robinson arrived in Alaska, he caught a pink in Valdez. Finally, it seemed, his luck had turned. He was a real fisherman now.
Oh, Fate, you naughty girl.
Dustun's family owns a bit of property in Sterling and they invited us to fish with them this weekend. We arrived Saturday morning, pumped and ready to fish.
I really won't go into many details, except to say that Robinson and I worked that river for a good portion of the day and didn't get a single bite.
To make matters worse, Dustun's half brother Adam was catching things left and right.
To rub salt in the gaping wound, right after we left, EVERY SINGLE PERSON THERE caught a fish.
Luckily, we are members of a lovely family who share what they have and Robinson managed to drive back to Anchorage to fill our freezer full of fish. So, thank you, everyone!
All humor aside, it was a great trip. Arthur and Robinson rode on Dustun's 4-wheeler (or a "Scrambler" according to Arthur). Note the HUGE smile on Arthur's face. I even got to drive it.
The kids had fun playing together. Arthur practiced casting with his new fishing pole. He even tried casting in the water. He was so excited about it that I think we're going to have to take him fishing again soon.
Arthur wasn't the only one who was excited about fishing. Josh borrowed Robinson's pole and was soon begging for one for Christmas.
Maybe his luck will be better than Robinson's!
Blessed be.
But they can't fish. It's the Duffy Curse.
Robinson tells me stories of camping with his family in which they would bring tarter sauce, cheese, and rice. They always intended to catch fish for supper...but they never did. They could spend hours upon hours, cast upon cast, but never get a single bite. Fate constantly toyed with them and even Aaron, who was the family's "woodsman," was no match for her antics.
The year or so after Robinson arrived in Alaska, he caught a pink in Valdez. Finally, it seemed, his luck had turned. He was a real fisherman now.
Dustun's family owns a bit of property in Sterling and they invited us to fish with them this weekend. We arrived Saturday morning, pumped and ready to fish.
I really won't go into many details, except to say that Robinson and I worked that river for a good portion of the day and didn't get a single bite.
To make matters worse, Dustun's half brother Adam was catching things left and right.
To rub salt in the gaping wound, right after we left, EVERY SINGLE PERSON THERE caught a fish. Luckily, we are members of a lovely family who share what they have and Robinson managed to drive back to Anchorage to fill our freezer full of fish. So, thank you, everyone!
All humor aside, it was a great trip. Arthur and Robinson rode on Dustun's 4-wheeler (or a "Scrambler" according to Arthur). Note the HUGE smile on Arthur's face. I even got to drive it.
The kids had fun playing together. Arthur practiced casting with his new fishing pole. He even tried casting in the water. He was so excited about it that I think we're going to have to take him fishing again soon.
Arthur wasn't the only one who was excited about fishing. Josh borrowed Robinson's pole and was soon begging for one for Christmas.
Maybe his luck will be better than Robinson's!
Blessed be.
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