Fishing Toroda Creek

It should be no secret that I love this creek. I've spent many hours alone on its banks and several with my family--Mom and Dad, Aunt Marlene, bros. Paul and Joe, cousins Ryan and Jesse, and one special fishing trip with my Great Grandma Lena. It is difficult to describe how ethereal and breathtaking it is to sink your feet into the always-frigid water and wade the creek for a spell. How, on a hot day, after bucking bales for hours, itchy and sticky with sweat and hay, you dunk yourself headlong into a deep pool and come out completely refreshed. But, by far, fishing the creek is one of the most satisfying activities I can think to do--anytime, anywhere. On Sunday, I believe Korin, Nicholas and my nephew Kyle caught the bug.

After dinner, we took three rods, a community jar of worms and our wading shoes down to the creek. Kyle and Papa went to the big hole up creek from the bridge; Nicholas chose the big bend at the beach and Korin tried a hole just below Nicholas.

All in all, the kids all had a blast. I went hole to hole to hole baiting hooks (that's the next step in the progression of the disease) and removing fish from the hooks. They all did well. I think each of them caught at least three. And it brought out the competition in the three cousins, like I remember competing with Ryan and Paul, years ago...How many you have now? What's your biggest?


Nicholas stood on this little clump of grass in the middle of the bend for what must have been two hours, hooking several and catching three, including a nice rainbow. Korin skipped around and finally ended up catching the biggest fish of the day. Kyle caught a nice rainbow which are outnumbered four to one by brook trout these days.

It was such a thrill to see the kids light up when they felt that tug and hurriedly pull in the prize. I am so thankful that my kids are finding joy in these things that have meant so much to me.