The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. ~William Wordsworth
The 25th Annual Louis Planinsek Fishing Derby was a one-hundred percent success! Did it rain? Sure! But that didn’t stop our little fishermen and the families from getting together and enjoying themselves.
It was actually a perfect cool morning to start the Fishing Derby. The rain held off for a little while and came and went throughout the day, eventually letting up in the evening.
Kyle had a spectacular time! On the contrary to years past, this time he was the fishing king. Not in respect to winning the biggest trout, for that honor was ultimately awarded to Chuck Webb for his eighteen and half inch trout. Nicely done!
Nope, Kyle ruled in a different way, in terms of fish biting and reeling them in. I know he was up to at least nine fish. Of course we could only keep three and released the rest, but that didn’t matter to Kyle, he was having a blast!
Dad was helping Kyle, and Casey was right beside us helping Grant and Olivia. Occasionally, dad was assisting with baiting Grant’s line, pulling in fish for Olivia or untangling line for Amelia and her friend. Somehow, I became the net girl. Dad would yell, “Heather, get the net!” or “Heather, where’s the net?” or “Heather, help them out with their fish”. Even Dave, a.k.a. Boo would inquire about the usage of our net. I felt like a dog running back and forth trying to catch fish. It really was an entertaining time. I loved seeing the kids having so much fun and dad enjoying the same.
Kyle, Grant and Olivia each caught a Palomino, which results in a small prize. I believe Olivia caught two. Kyle’s prize of choice, Bait Lure, which fell out of his pocket later on in the day and was never found again. Although this minor instance didn’t stop Kyle from telling his tales of the fish reeled in.
During the day, while shooting the breeze with other Fishing Derby enthusiasts, it was brought to my attention that Tricia Sutton Elliott enjoys reading my blog posts.
Thanks Tricia! I appreciate your feedback and interest in reliving my silly and sometimes unique stories told from my point-of-view. I know on occasion I can get pretty animated with my descriptions and details, so I hope I do you proud with this one.
I did promise Tricia a stellar blog post. Well, there really wasn’t much in terms of excitement throughout the day, but it doesn’t mean it was boring.
It’s true, the day consisted of the usual, fishing, food, drinks, fishing and more food, food, food. This year, Jimmy Singer added to our entertainment and nostalgia with a video slide show from Fishing Derby’s past. He made a couple beautiful videos, complete with music and pictures he scanned and organized into an amusing digital flashback. It was nice to be under the pavilion with everyone, pointing out familiar faces that have grown up over the years and those who are no longer with us. Truly a sweet tribute. Nicely done Jimmy!
Now to a silly story. Nothing is ever simple when you get Kyle and me together. But then again, that’s the fun of hanging out with my little man.
I let Kyle run around and play with the kids well into the night. The campfire was blazing and everyone was enjoying small talk and silliness, so naturally I joined in. Even though I looked down to see it was after eight at night, I never said a word, figuring I’d wait for Kyle to determine our time of departure, even though my bed was calling my name.
Eventually, I by nine-thirty or so, Kyle was ready for bed. Keep in mind we got there at 7:30 am. Making our way through the mud and slop created by the falling rain throughout the day, we headed for my car, which was parked on the far side of the pavilion. While heading int that direction, we passed the pond to only spark our memory. THE FISH!
Kyle’s catches from the day were still chained waiting in the water. Yikes! If I remembered earlier, I would have gutted the fish and cleaned them in advance.
Now we needed to literally find the fish. Picture the two of us, exhausted, in the pitch black, up by the pond, using my iPhone light to guide us along the path, to find the chain leading into the water holding two trout and a Palomino.
It took a little back and forth, and cat-like vision on my part, but we found our slimy friends from the depths of the pond and headed to car, to only realize a minor problem. I didn’t bring a bucket or a bag to transport the fish! O crap! Even in the darkness I could see Kyle giving me an ornery grin.
He suggested I place the fish on the car floor. My answer came to me in less then a fraction of a second. No! Actually, heck NO! What to do? I knew leaving the fish with someone else was not an option and neither one of us felt like heading back to the late night party to ask around for a solution, so I came up with my own. Hang the fish outside the car.
I know, sounds funny, and believe you me, it was! Originally I wanted Kyle to hold onto the chain that held the fish, but he wouldn’t, so I did. I simply wound down the window, hung the fish out, held tightly onto the chain (praying I wouldn’t accidentally drop them while driving) and headed to my parents house, about five minutes away.
Everyone once in a while a fish would kick and scare me. It was dark out, so I’m sure the passing cars didn’t see my new decor hanging out the window, but if they did they probably brushed it off as late night eyes playing tricks on them.
Kyle and I were cracking up! While cruising along it suddenly dawned on me, we were heading into Youngstown (Pennsylvania, no we didn’t drive into Ohio) on a Saturday night and it might be busy with restaurant traffic. Immediately, Kyle and I noticed the light turned yellow and then red, stopping us in our tracks. Yes, being first in line at the four way intersection, under the street lamps, I sat in my car holding onto a chain with three dead fish. That was too much for us, we were dying, laughing at my solution.
Then to add to the funniness, Kyle said in the most sarcastic dry tone, “Well, this isn’t awkward.” Hilarious!
Eventually we made it to mom and dad’s and the next morning Kyle and I cleaned the fish for dinner and all worked out.
On a side note, I want to give big kudos to Kyle for a number of reasons. First he really was on his best behavior! I found out that sometime during the day, Kyle – twelve years old assisted Grant – six years old and Olivia – nine years old, (I think) with untangling their fishing lines, baiting their hooks and casting, (fishing continues till 5:00 pm) when no one was around. Then, later on in the evening, Mrs. Tricia Sutton Elliott herself approached Kyle and me and thanked Kyle for playing with her son Jacob, who is nine, and for being a friend to him. Tricia told me they played very well together. Way to go buddy!
On another side note, before the prizes were raffled off of the kids table, I was joking with Kyle how much I like the fishing vest displayed for some lucky winner. Truly I liked it, but joking because I didn’t expect him to give up a prize for himself to get me one. Low and behold he walked up to me with a HUGE smile on his face to present me with the fishing vest. I was totally elated! However, I told him he didn’t have to, and to put it back and get something he wanted. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Na it’s ok.” Thanks Kyle! You are too sweet! I appreciate you thinking of me.
While writing this post I heard Kyle relive his catches from the previous day with my mom, who didn’t make it up until after the start of the fishing. He said, “It was good teamwork on both parts… the fish jumping up in the air and catching my line and me reeling them in.” Too much! Dad was getting a kick out of Kyle’s fishing experience.
I’m glad it was such a fun and relaxing day for everyone. Again a special thanks to Cindy and Dave Planinsek for really being the heart and soul behind the Fishing Derby and continuing the tradition!
See everyone next year!
Below is a video of Ken Planinsek going through the family tree and giving a brief history of the Planinsek Pavilion and the Fishing Derby. Enjoy!