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A fishing story Life is a lot like c asting a line into the water On my wall hangs a series of after she did, we hit the water. I didn't pictures. They vary in many ways – realize it on that day, but a love affair time, season and size – but the subject had just begun. of each one is the same: my son The baby-toothed smile in the proudly showing off the day's prize photos is soon replaced with ones of a catch with the river stretching out snaggle-toothed boy with windblown behind him. hair. Echoes of conversations, each "The boy we took fishing just to show him how grown up he was – went and did just that – he grew up." The oldest photo, quite possibly one beginning with a reminder to my favorite, features a small bream wear a life jacket and be careful on the dangling from the fishing line of a boat, flood my mind. Only a mother 4-year-old who is grinning like he just would understand the relief that won the Bassmaster Classic. It was washed over me each time he returned early March and still a little cool out home, safe and sound, with nothing on the water. In an effort to prepare more than a sunburned nose and the him for the arrival of a baby sister, latest catch. we had spent the previous months The photos contain many types telling him he was such a big boy and of fish, varying in size, but as I look could do so many new things. So the at them I realize the fish aren't the first semi-warm day that came along only things changing in each one. Left: Photo provided by Theresa Helms — Cason Helms (right) on his first fishing trip at age 4 with Dylan Espera. Above: Photo provided by Theresa Helms — Cason Helms with a catch on Neely Henry Lake in 2007. S hor el i ne s | 2013 Vol:4 7