Cold Springs Trout Farm

A day trip to Cold Spring Farm ….there is nothing better than being able to enjoy a day outdoors!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A beautiful May day with the sun finally giving us the warmth we have been waiting for!

Water splashing under the bridge …….

Fish swimming in school after school after school….this place is stocked!

It is just simply magical to help this little man catch fish…..7 of them today!

He would have fished all day long without food or drink, if we would have let him. 

 

As I watched his determined face, his eyes fixated on the pond below as he tried to lift his pool out of the water, and then as he grabbed it from the ground and carried it to the water bucket,  that’s all it took to make me the happiest mom around.  

Home to cook up our catch… Citrus Grilled Fish

Strewing citrus slices over a grill keeps fish from sticking and infuses it with flavor at the same time. Slice oranges, lemons, and limes about 1/4 inch thick, then spread the fruit generously over tin foil which has been sprayed with Pam.  Place the fish, skin on, on top of the citrus. Sprinkle with your favorite seasonings.  Cooking times will vary according to the thickness of the fish. Today it took 12 minutes and it was done to perfection!

Fishing with My Dad

Little Girl and Her Dad Fishing

Today I'm remembering back to my youth and the many opportunities I had to spend time with my dad, who thankfully was willing to spend many hours with me.

Dad was a great fisherman and I thought of myself as a great “Fishergirl”…. The problem I had was….and still is, when the time would come to put a worm on the hook I would squirm (you know like the worm itself)…. I'd pretend that I couldn't do it right, so Dad would always hook the worms for me. Thanks dad.

One of the really great parts of fishing is learning the art of casting. Dad told me I could cast like an expert. I loved that feeling of throwing the line way out into the lake, then just sitting back in the boat and simply waiting for a fish to nibble on the worm. I really believed I was an amazing caster….is that a word, sure it’s someone who can cast!

The next part of fishing is waiting patiently. Waiting was not easy as a child, but the sights and sounds of life on the lake were so beautiful. The waves of watering lapping up against the side of the boat, birds soaring in the air, and the sun warmth shining on us made life grand. And yes I learned to wait quietly and patiently for minutes that sometime seemed like hours without a nibble.
Fishing was only one of the many opportunities I had to be with my dad. But most of all today, I'm thanking God for my Dad who took the time to lead his only daughter to the lake fishing, to teach her some of the greatest lessons of life while waiting for the fish to bite. The lessons I learned sitting next to my Dad, in the fishing boat, are a treasure in time that I will cherish forever. I hope and pray I have passed many of those lessons onto my own children and now grandchildren. I am so thankful they have all had the opportunity to fish with the greatest!