Special Places part 3

After getting the fly rod for my 13th birthday, my father took me out to our pond and showed me how to use it. After about 15 min of instruction my dad tied on a fly and told me to cast it out, of course it ended up in the bushes behind me. Either there was too many bushes behind me or I just could not cast the fly rod, I just felt clumsy with it.

My dad suggested we go to the other side of the pond where there were no bushes to get in the way of my backcast, now after about 1/2 hr of casting, I was doing it pretty good. Now once again I tried casting out into the lake, the fly went twenty feet out into the lake, I looked at my dad to see if he was frowning, as I looked at my dad and a slight tap was felt on the fly, the rod bent down and I was fast to a hand size bluegill. He pulled very hard or his size and after I swung him from the water and pounced on him with glee, I became a fly rod devotee.