"Sam, Gampa and "Girl Things"

"Gampa? Is our fishing tackle, “spensive”?

This sudden and odd question was asked of me, yesterday, while my 6 year old Granddaughter and I were fishing for panfish on my neighbor's lake across from my house.

“Sam”, (Samantha), was fishing with her 3wt.fly rod. I’d made the rod for her, by using the tip section of a broken butted 6wt.On the reel seat,was her Tioga #2.
“Expensive? Why do you ask, that, Sam? Why would you think about the price of what we fish with?”
" 'Cause Grama said all your fly fishing stuff is really 'spensive and you have a lot of it".
She was speaking, without looking at me, concentrating instead on her popper as she retrieved it slowly through the twisted limbs of a half submerged tree, where she’d placed it intentionally.
“Oh? Grama SAID, that, did she? Hmmmm. Well,Sweetie, your Grama worries a LOT about stuff, that she shouldn’t, really, worry about. Besides, the cost of our tackle, doesn’t mean anything, does it, if we’re having fun with it?”

Sam continued to work her popper like I'd taught her the year previous. She started to say something else, when the water erupted underneath her offering and she squealed a small squeal, as she clamped her finger down to pin the line against the cork grip and lifted her rod tip to set the hook.
"Well, Sammy, I guess the PRICE of our gear sure doesn't matter, NOW, very much, does it?" I still find it hard to watch Sam fish. The way she picked up fly fishing and the way she can handle her outfit, especially when hooking and playing a fish, belays her 6 years. It's beyond my comprehension at times. 
"GAMPA!! I can't TALK, NOW!! I've got a FISH and I'm BUSY!"

I retreated a few steps, ashamed for being so rude as to speak at such an inopportune moment.

 Sam did allow me to net her fish, but my Ghillie skills were only shortly needed as she unhooked her 7th Crappie of the afternoon, herself and placed into our "catch bucket". 

“Thank you, Gampa, for getting my fish for me!”
“You’re welcome, Sam, nice fish, too!”
“He’s okay, but my second one is bigger”. Sam doesn’t put much “excitement or inflection” in her voice, when stating such things. “They’re facts”, to her, not expressions of delight or excitement.
“So, Gampa, IS our fishing stuff, 'spensive?”
I couldn’t figure out,“WHY”, we had returned to this topic of conversation, but I couldn’t ignore it, either???.. for some reason, it seemed important to Sam and important to her, too,for me to tell her.
“Well, Sammy, let’s see,What is “EXPENSIVE”, to you? What does,“EXPENSIVE” mean to you?”
“Uhhh,well, Gampa, I think CARS are “spensive”!
“Yes, cars ARE VERY expensive!”
“Does our tackle costs as much as a car, Gampa?”
Nooo!!! No, Sweetie, our gear’s not NEARLY as expensive as a car!” Not even close!" (well, “close” MAYBE if I added up ALL the fly fishing gear I own, but Sam hadn’t ask me, THAT question, thankfully!)

Sam, continued to rattle off, with her 6 year old logic, what was "spensive" and what wasn't to her. She was interrupted, making her list, a few more times by hooking and landing a few more Crappie and an 11" Bluegill.

“So? SEE, Sam!! You’ve listed A LOT of things that ARE expensive, but our fishing tackle wasn’t one of them, now, was it?”
“No, Gampa, but you didn’t answer my question, so I don’t know if it is or not and Grama said IT WAS!”
I really wasn’t all that interested in entering into a deep, economic discussion with my granddaughter so I tried to cut to the chase???.
“Sam, it doesn’t MATTER,what our fly gear costs!! As long as I can have it and YOU have it and we can fish together like today and have a really great time! Honey, you can’t put a “price” on anything like today, can you!!?”
“Grama, can, Gampa! She told Mommy that all your fishing stuff was really 'spensive, so that’s why I asked you!”
Well, Sam, DO YOU CARE, when you’re having fun, like you are today, what it really costs?"
“Sure, Gampa! I care!”

I was getting a bit exasperated, not only by her insistence on "value of gear", but also she was nailing one decent fish, after another and I couldn't catch a cold, using the identical popper to hers!?!
"Okay, Sam?? YES! "Fly fishing gear, IS "expensive" in a way I suppose! 
"It IS? REALLY, Gampa? Wow! How much did my reel cost, Gampa?"
 "About $65.00, Sam. But, I got it on sale".
"Grama is right, Gampa, $65.00 is a lot of money!"
"How much did my fly rod cost?"
"THAT, Pipsqueak, I can't say, because I made it for you, remember?"
 "Oh yeah, and I love it, too!"
 "Good, Sam, I'm glad you're happy with it". Any MORE questions, about the cost of our gear?"
"No! I was just wond'ring is all, Gampa, about what Grama said".
"So, that's IT? All the insisting, about knowing if our gear was expensive or not, Sammy and I tell you the price of your REEL and now, that's ALL you want to know? Why the big fuss, then?"
Oh, GAMPA!! It's a "GIRL thing", you'd never unner'stan!" 
 We picked up our "catch bucket", the rest of our "spensive gear" and headed for the house???..
I wasn't ABOUT to make the mistake of asking a 6 year old,"What's a "GIRL thing"!!?!

[SIZE=5](Final count for the afternoon??. "Sammy=12-Crappie,3-Bluegill, 1-10"LM Bass. The bass was released. "Gampa= 4-Crappie. But, I was too busy, explaining "Fly Fishing Economics" to a 6 year old, to get much fishing done).[/SIZE]

i love it!

Very special story. Thanks for sharing it. It brought a tear to my eye, and I’ll bet Mikey goes thru half a box of Kleenex or a whole sleeve on his sweatshirt when he reads it.

BTW, the next time Sam and you are alone with Sam’s Dad, discuss the 'spensive shoes in Grama’s closet. What’s good for the goose…:stuck_out_tongue: We’re both going to get “schmucked upside the head.

Joseph the Aggitator

this made my morning

Eric

Paul -

What a great day. And you actually outdid yourself in the telling of it !!

Thanks much.

John

lol… great story and great job in telling it.

I can relate. My grandson is 4 going on 30. Some of the conversations we have simply amaze me.

When a kid gets serious it can be either scary or a hoot. Sometimes both, but always enjoyable.

Thanks for sharing this precious moment with your granddaughter.

Sadly this is not a moment to share with your wife. That would be a huge mistake, akin to answering the question, Honey do these Jeans make me look fat?

PS. The answer to honey do I look fat in these is… Honey do I look stupid in these? Followed by a very hasty retreat. :smiley:

Beautiful story … even if my sweater sleeve is wet. Special memories for a special girl. Not in the least bit 'spensive … it’s priceless.

Paul,

That was great and thanks for sharing it. I loved it!

Great read Paul.
And you are absolutly right about letting “It’s a Girl Thing!” slide!

You DO have a way with words ,Paul…nice job!

Thank you, one and all! Didn’t try and “write anything special”, just a record of a great day, with a very special young lady, (to ME).
Sam’s like a lot of little 6 year olds, it seems we produce in our high tech, small world society today… “6, going on 16” with the way they think and speak and put their own version of “logic” to use!
Sam is the only one, of my three grandchildren, that loves to fish and thankfully, also is fascinated with fly fishing. When visiting, her first “bee-line” in to “find Gampa and go into his tying room”, with him where we’ll spend hours, looking at books, magazines, or time at the vise.
When I built her, her rod I also cut up a new line and altered it enough to fit her small size and casting ability at the present time. With it, she’s practiced and fished, enough, to where she can lay out about 30’ with very fair accuracy. “Daddy” bought her, her vest and pair of “mini” chest waders, with felt boots. (I, didn’t even KNOW they made “micro waders” until seeing Samantha in hers!?).
I HOPE, that all of this stays with Sam, as she matures and grows up but who knows? She loves fishing with me, and also her Dad and uncles so maybe she will!?!
She’s moving away, this summer, to Michigan because of a transfer in his job, my one son accepted. NOT THAT GAMPA BRAGS TOO MUCH, but she’s a very special little lady! So, I’m HOPING to go to the MI Fish In, to not only meet the “Insane-o’s” of this fine site, but also, I admit…to maybe “fish with Sam”, while I’ve got the chance.

I too HOPE you are able to make it, Paul.

Paul,
Thanks for sharing! You KNOW I’m a real sucker for Grandkids…and those Granddaughters are so extra special…oh, let’s just say Joe Valencic knows me too well!! This story just HAD to be there on St Patrick’s day, didn’t it?
I hope that if you make it to the Michigan Fish-In that you give us the opportunity to meet (and maybe help spoil) your beloved Sam.
Mikey

Mikey, thank you.
However, I’m afraid you’ll have to blame Joe V. for possibly NOT meeting my little 3wt. girl!!
“Grama”, INFORMED me, that "If you can make it to that Fish In, in Michigan, with Jason (my son, Sam’s father)… I hope you don’t think you two are taking Samantha along to meet that “bunch” you’re always talking about, like Joseph, that bread nut and others you’ve mentioned! I STILL haven’t forgiven your friend Joe for getting me involved in making homemade bread again and for trying to KILL YOU with that so called "C.A.R.E. package he sent!

“But, DEAARRRRRR!!! Mike Flanigan, will be there!! HE’S a grampa, too! And,Her Royal Highness-Betty Hiner, whose too young to be a gramaw but she’s cool anyway! And Guys like Jack and Warren and… .well, they’re not ALL like Joe, HONEST!”
“Still, IS JOE going to be there?”
“Well, yeah, probably”.
“Maybe, if I can talk to his wife, FIRST, you two can take Samantha with you, but don’t hold your breath!”
So, Mikey, at this point in time, that’s all I know!?!

Tell Linda that I’ll stay home so Sam can be surrounded by the nice people and fish the famed Au Sable. I can go another time. :cry:

Awwwwwwwww, Joey-poo!!
IF, you knew my Linda and her “Red Headed-Irish-sense of humor”, you wouldn’t “stay home” at all and, instead, be grateful that my bride speaks of you in such “high regard”!!
It’s when your name ISN’T mentioned… isn’t ALLOWED TO BE UTTERED inside the walls of our home… is when you need to begin worrying!!!

I’ve also, told my little Sam about you and many other friends, that tolerate me on this site and NOW, since I did that, yesterday, she’s been bugging me constantly, about "When are we going to “Mish-gan, Gampa, and see your “rad frin’s” Gama laughs about all the time?”
( I, THINK, that “rad” is a good thing? I guess, I’ll ask Sam and find out?!)

Great story Paul. They don’t stay young long enough.
I know about those precocious grandkids, and some of the things they can come up with. I’ve tried to indoctrinate some of mine into the fishing fraternity, with marginal success. Seems like they find other things interesting, as they get a bit older. This one could care less about fish now, and a lot more about friends and texting on her cellphone.
http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m220/2boomers/?action=view&current=Mongofisher.jpg

I still have hopes for one or all of these three.
http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m220/2boomers/?action=view&current=TSteinaker2004.flv

This one’s a niece, but she’s up for just about anything you want to do, be it a flag football game, snowboarding, jumping out of a plane, knitting a windbreaker, stalking an elk, flying her grandpa’s ultralight, or stretching out your 3 wt.

http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m220/2boomers/?action=view&current=Jenbored.jpg

I think that trying to instill a sense of wanting to try new things is one of the most important things we can do toward educating our children. Accepting failures and trying again, is also as important. The younger they learn it the richer their lives will be.
Fly fishing is a great teacher of the concept. Read the instructions. Tie the fly. Make the approach. Execute the presentation. Set the hook. Dadblasted fish refused it again.:stuck_out_tongue: Maybe this one will work?:confused: Aaaah, success!:smiley:

Lew;
THANK YOU! For sharing the family with me, (and all of us, of course!). I LOVE the “3 little Blondies”, what beautiful children! And, of course, there’s nothing better than that “expression” when they’re holding their prize"! (2nd. Picture).
The young chap on th pontoon boat reminds me of my youngest at that age… “Looks like he’d rather be in a hog sty than anywhere but on that boat at the moment”, but if you could read his mind… He’s having a memory of a life time and will never forget that day"!?? Of course,they can’t let on to WE ADULTS, that’s that the real case!!haha!! ’ Great Pics, again, thanks for sharing!

As for Sam, she’s my “fishing wonder girl”. My two grandsons, (both older) could care LESS about fishing. But, that’s also due in a large part of “parental influence” too.
But, I won’t go there right now!
Sammy, when I first took her, at age 4 we “went fishing” but didn’t take any gear with us. We threw rocks, sticks and watched a few of dogs that we took along, swim and have fun in the water. We made a boat out of a woven twigs, (a toy boat). Tried to see how thin we could make mud and still ba able to mold it onto shapes…anything and everything, except actual fishing.
The next time “going fishing” was mentioned, there was a streak of tiny tennis shoe smoke, leading from the house to Gampa’s van! The 3rd, trip out, we actually began to “fish”. But, we also made things from mud, wove our boat from twigs, etc. Late last year, and so far this year, now, Sam doesn’t have time to “play around”… “Gampa, the fishies might be biting!”.
I’ve only taught her to fly fish, she’s never used bait, or lures.

With my wasted youth spent in pool halls it ocured to me that Sam might have hustled Grandpa right off his fishing game by having Grandpa thinking about what Grandma was thinking instead of fishing. Sam out fished Grandpa 3 to 1.