God Was Good
“Doggie!” a little girl cried upon seeing the arrival of me and my faithful companion, Jessie (she’s a border collie). “Mommy, can I go pet him? Pllleeeeeaaaasssee?!?!” “Honey, you have to ask the little boy first.” The little girl runs over to me, and with pitiful eyes begs: “Can I pet your puppy?” “Sure!” I said. I was at Beavers Bend State Park in Oklahoma, walking past the playground, enjoying the beauty of nature.
Later that day, I was on the river, doing my favorite thing. Fly fishing with my dad. I looked at my assortment of flies, and decided to do something I had never done before. Catch a rainbow trout on a dry fly.
I picked out my favorite spot on the river. A small area called “The Honey Hole.” I casted my fly line into the water to the left of me, and watched, as it was slowly swept away in the current.
All of a sudden, “FLASH!” I see a streak of white light in the shadowy depths of the river. “WHUMPH!” My strike indicator shoots down like a rocket.
“Fish!” I yelled to my dad as I pulled my rod up at the speed of light.
20 minutes later, I had a 16 inch rainbow trout on the grass next to me, BURSTING with color.
I later realized, that the trout I had just caught, was the first fish I had ever caught on a dry fly.
As my dad and I were walking back to the truck, ending a day of hard fishing (for ME anyways), I said, “Today, God was good to both of us. But to ME more than you.”