Fishing Trip

Grandpa and Uncle George took Caroline and Charles fishing yesterday. They left bright and early at 5am in 47 degrees. The stars must have been nice and bright far up in Northern Wisconsin. They settled on an embankment along a river, and set up rods and bait. Charles found a little worm and brought it over to Grandpa to put on a hook. As Grandpa knelt to put on the worm, he heard a loud splash. Quickly he glanced up and noticed immediately that Charles had disappeared. Peering over the side of the embankment, he saw Charles settled on the river bed, eyes closed, waiting. Grandpa jumped right in and pulled Charles up, who was cold but not frightened. I guess he figured someone would rescue him.

On the phone this morning I said," Charles, what have I told you about standing up, splashing, yelling for help, why didn't you do anything?" To which he answered, " Well, mom, look at the bright side. At least I held my breath."

Aunt Ernelle when she phoned this morning said,"Well, it was just like you said Jenny. He went right in the water, tucked down, and remained motionless with his eyes closed." George said the river was so shallow, had Charles simply stood up, his head would have been well above the water. For all future fishing trips even from the bank, Charles will be wearing a life jacket. Sigh. That boy needs a dog to take care of him. Sheesh. Praise God he was all right.