Here we are, Noah and I, starting out on one of our early morning fishing adventures. We make a beeline to a spot that still has a new feeling to it. Down the steep wooded bank we scuffle brushing branches aside to reach the water’s edge. It is still, quiet, and the summer sun is crashing off the water.
Time is a liquid loop, cast… reel… cast… reel. Noah is the leader of our outing. His angling chops are based on years of research and practical field experience. He is happy to share his knowledge of where to find the fish and how to reel them in. He is a generous helper to right my sometimes clumsy mien.
Three smallmouth bass are our reward for a leisurely morning meander along the small lake’s banks. Each one is catch and release, each one is reeled in by my son who will fish anywhere at the drop of a hat.
Following the shore we attempt a walk around the lake. From our vantage point it looks possible. Approaching the farther shore our exploring is temporarily impeded by a brook. On the other side is thick brush, trees with no visible path.
We leave nature behind briefly to cut through a residential area that allows us to access the woods on the other side and walk toward a path that circles the rest of the lake. This is the moment of our chance encounter, a shelter tucked in behind the edge of an urban wood.
It is magnificent in and of itself, even moreso given its location in proximity to residential neighbourhoods. I hope we will work hard to preserve our city’s natural spaces. There is a calmness and quiet abandon in these spaces, a timeless enjoyment in the best company. We will be back on many an occasion…