Richard Exley Ministries

Making Memories Your Children Will Never Forget
Posted on May 08, 2007

Somehow, year after year Dad managed to take us on vacations he couldn't afford in order to make memories we couldn't afford to be without. Needless to say, my life is the richer for his commitment.

As I recall my own childhood, the thing I remember most is the special relationship I had with my dad.  Thinking about it now, several memories come to mind -- the time Dad helped me build a clubhouse when I was maybe ten or eleven years old, the first time he took me deer hunting, and all the times he played catch with me in the evening after supper.  Still, no memory is more special than the time he took my brother, Don, and me fishing at the North Sterling Reservoir.

We borrowed Uncle Denny's boat and set out for the reservoir in the pre-dawn darkness. When at last we reached the lake, I could hardly contain my excitement. What could be better than trolling for trout in Colorado? In a matter of minutes we had launched the boat, and while Dad connected the gas line and primed the motor, Don and I began rigging up. Don selected a green and yellow flatfish while I tied a hot pink daredevil on my line. Distinctly I can recall the mist rising from the water to swallow our boat, waves lapping gently against the bow, and the smell of the morning.

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It's Not About Fishing
Posted on April 12, 2007

As I write this I am sitting at my desk overlooking beautiful Beaver Lake. A hundred feet down the mountain from me its crystal clear water sparkles in the morning sunlight, tempting me with thoughts of fishing. With an effort I turn my attention to the task at hand only to be side-tracked again. This time it is framed photograph sitting on the widow sill to my left. Looking at it my thoughts wonder to a spring afternoon nearly four years ago....

Killing the outboard engine, I make my way to the fishing platform on the bow of my bass boat. After lowering the electric trolling motor, I maneuver the boat toward my favorite crappie hole. In a couple of minutes I have it positioned just where I want it and I cast my red and white jig toward a pile of submerged brush near an outcropping of rocks. Before I can begin my retrieve, Alexandria, my three-year-old granddaughter, is pulling at my sleeve. “Papa,” she says, “I want to fish.”

I try to talk her into sharing my rod with me but she won’t have any part of it. She wants her own rig, so reluctantly I prop my rod against the side of the boat and tie another jig on a second pole. After casting it out I hand it to her and she immediately reels it in and hands it back to me to cast again. This time I show her how to let the jig drift to the bottom before beginning a slow retrieve. At her age she isn’t going to master the art of fishing a jig but I am hoping to distract her long enough to let me get in a little fishing of my own.

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