When we were little kids, our dad took us fishing at Horseshoe Bay in West Vancouver. We would swim at the beach and Dad would rent a small boat, we called it a put put, It was not much bigger than a row boat and had a small inboard motor. Dad had a big ole rod and real with a big flasher. He would trol for salmon. I dont remember him ever catching one but it was fun to ride in the boat and of course we had our little fishing rods that we played with and also didnt catch much. The only fish i remember was one my brother Tom, almost caught. Tom had his line troleing behind the boat when he got a bite. It was a big one and we were all excited as Tom tried to real it in. He tried for what seemed like a long time and then Dad took the line and started pulling the fish in. He got it close to the boat, I could see it flashing in the water as it fought the line. I saw it come pretty close to the surfas and remember thinking it wasnt a salmon because its belly was white, not
silver like a salmon.
Anyway it fought the line for awhile and then it got away. We thought the line had snapped.
I remember Dad bringing in the line and looked at it where it had suposedly broken. Dad didnt say anything but wwhen i looked at the line i could tell it hadnt broken but had come untied. Dad had tied the hook on the line and i rembered him telling Tom that he wou;ld tie it because Tom didnt know how.
I said "look, it didnt break it came untied because dad had cut the line to short"
Dad kind of ignored what i said and then mom said something to smoth it over and change the subject.
I hate to say it but i think my brother Tom kind of got a raw deal from our dad sometimes. I guess , even when we were little
Anyway we all had fun on the put put fishing trip and told the story of the big fish that broke the line for a long time afterwords.
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