Every weekend, I sail my pontoon boat on the Watauga Lake and enjoy a ‘me’ time. Everything was great so far, and I was making cool money. Then Sarah called me out of the blue and told me that she and her new fiancé were going for a weekend vacation. She wanted Jack to come to stay with me.
I reminded her how dangerous it was, but she made me promise to keep him safe. I had already planned to take him out on my boat to enjoy fishing.
My son came for a visit during the weekend. Ever since my wife and I got divorced, she had taken custody of our son and only allowed him to visit me one weekend in a month. I didn’t blame her though; the nature of the work I used to do before was dangerous, especially for people who are very close to me.
I used to be an intelligence officer before I was forced to retire. Immediately I retired, I had three separate attempts on my life by people who believe I had caused a lot of trouble for them when I was still an officer.
Luckily, I survived all three attempts bit the last one almost took out my then wife and only son. It was what broke the camel’s back, and I guess because Sarah filed for divorce soon after and demanded child’s custody.
I agreed wholeheartedly, and she was even surprised. However, I loved her and our son and wanted both of them to be safe.
I moved to Tennessee soon after and there I became a private investigator, using all my skills to track people down. I did a wonderful job for a rich client, and he was so happy that in addition to my fee, he also gave me a pontoon boat as a gift.
On Friday, I picked up him at the airport. We embraced, and I notice that he was almost as tall as I am. We got into my car, and I drove off.
“How is your mom?” I asked.
“She is fine,” I guess, he replied.
“Why are you guessing?” I asked with surprise.
“Well, I don’t think she is happy being with Roger,” Jack said. “They are always trying about little things.”
“Hmm,” I said quietly. Somehow, hearing that Sarah was not happy with another man makes me secretly glad. I tried not to show my happiness to Jack. Deep in the recesses of my mind, I was still hoping that Sarah and I would be together.
“I know your mom. She is a very strong woman,” I said.
“If you say so,” Jack muttered.
“You know what I plan for us this weekend?” I asked him
“What is that?”
I smiled as I drove. “We are going fishing on my pontoon boat.”
“Great. You will teach me how to fish,” he said.
“You don’t like fishing?” I asked, afraid he wouldn’t like it. I had no other plans.
“I don’t know. I thought it was meant for old men who have nothing to do.”
“What a bad assumption,” I said. “Fishing requires creativity, patience, respect, adaptability and so on. The more you fish, the more these attributes are enhanced.”
“Hmm. If you think so,” he said.
I shook my head. “I know so. Don’t worry. Tomorrow, we are going to have a nice time.”
“What is a pontoon boat anyway?” he asked.
“They sail on water, especially lakes and rivers. They are used for recreation and fishing also.”
I drove Jack home, and I cooked him dinner. We played computer games together, and he went to bed. The next morning, I took him to the harbor and showed him my pontoon boat.
The boat was about 25 ft.
I had asked about the price one day, I had been told it around $40,000. I realized that my rich client must have been very happy indeed.
I faced Jack. “So, what do you think?”
He turned to me and smiled. “Cool.”
I smiled. “Come on.” I led him into the boat. The deck had four chairs: one for the driver and there for other people. It came equipped with a refrigerator, and most of the parts were electronic.
The boat can be covered from the rain with just the touch of a button, but for our fishing expedition, undecided to have it uncovered. We got into the boat, and while I sat in the driver’s seat, Jack sat on one of the seats and had a soda from the refrigerator. We got underway.
We passed many other fun seekers who were moving in our direction and others returning from our directions. I began to give Jack the history of the Watauga Lake.
The pontoon boat tubing had a very fast speed, and the air blew back our hair as we raced forward. Soon, we found a quiet place to fish, and I stopped the boat.
I got out the fishing rods, and while I took one, I gave the other to Jack. I showed him how to fix bait on the fishing rod. Then we both moved to opposite sides of the pontoon boat and began to fish. As I jerked my fishing rod up and down, I explained to Jack how to do his.
After a few minutes, he shouted, “fish on!”
I looked towards him and saw him struggling with the fishing rod. It was obvious that the fish was a big one. I pulled my rod out of the water and ran towards him.
With calm words, I guided him and taught him how to tell in the fish. Thankfully, he inherited his smartness from me. He was able to reel a 20 lb blue catfish.
I got a cooler and dropped the fish inside. I have Jack a high five, and then we returned to fishing once more. At the end of the day, Jack got five fishes while I got three. The kid was a natural.
We returned home and enjoyed the rest of the vacation.