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My Father´s Fishing Rods
Standing seven feet tall, built with a solid graphite skeleton, and able to land 100-pound fish, we have my father´s fishing rods. But to do that, you have to use them and well, since I turned five (and I´m 20), the only thing they have been catching is dust. Let’s go back in time. Since my father was twelve years old, he would go fishing with his friends. From the long and curvy Tamesi river, to the diverse Gulf of Mexico, Tampico promotes the sport by appealing to all fishing styles and tastes. They went so often, that one of them ended up having a fishing TV show called “Con Caña y Carrete.” To this day, they joke about how this guy was so hooked on fishing that he called everyone in every weather condition claiming it to be the best time to go fishing. It didn´t matter if it was raining, snowing, windy, sunny or partly cloudy, each of these, was the best weather to land a monster fish. But for some very strange reason, that monster fish always seem to allude them.
As I am writing now, I realize that I have seen this sort of thing countless times in movies. A guy (or girl) that loves doing something, gets married, has kids and without realizing it, stops painting, traveling, or in this case, fishing. Even if I only knew this part of my father that absolutely loved to fish for the first five years of my life, his enthusiasm and love for the sport was passed on to me. There is something magical about being in the water at dawn that hasn´t stopped amazing me to this day.
To be fair, this former team of fishing super stars, is trying to make a comeback. They got together and bought a small house by the shore of a beautiful lake that welcomes ocean tides at dawn and bids them farewell at dusk. With the buying of this property came a promise. No matter how bad or good things were at work, at home or at the golf course, they HAD to come to this isolated cabin at least two times a year. It has been about three years since this pact was signed and no one has missed a reunion. This place has become so sacred to them that, to my misfortune, I have not been given a formal invitation to experience it in person.
