Chasing Rainbows Part 1

Chasing Rainbows Part 1

By Branden Johnson

Listening to nature and the sound of the line whistling out as a cast is gracefully pitched above the water are a few sensations long time fishermen yearn for during their off season.  Each great fishing adventure can only begin with the angler.  Without the angler, there is no adventure.  The great fishing adventure I want to share with you begins with a hospice patient named Dennis Franks.

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The first time I heard about Dennis Franks, I received a volunteer assignment that explained his diagnosis, age, phone number, address, and included one of his wishes.  Dennis had a wish to fish.  I gave one of our hospice volunteers a call who might be willing to assist on our pursuit to chase rainbows; Mr. Bob Issak.  We discussed the situation and Bob, being an outdoors enthusiast, agreed.    Needless to say, I felt an urgency to grant Dennis’s wish to go catch a fish, fly rod or not.  So, off we went to fish Tim’s Pond.

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On our way to Tim’s Pond, Dennis shared stories with Bob and I about mining for opal in Australia and many other life adventures.  The stories are countless and sharing them becomes natural on a fishing trip.

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We arrived at our fishing destination.  The wind burst through the truck door as we opened it to make our first steps towards catching our bounty.  The wind whipped across the top of Tim’s Pond crashing into our faces, even blowing over our lawn chairs.  The elements were against us but we pushed forward with our rods and reels, determined and steadfast.  We tried to take our minds off our wind battered faces with Bob Issak’s homemade elk jerky and ice cold refreshments.  To no avail, we gave up on our pursuit for our MONSTER rainbow and took off back down the highway.  Dennis, Bob and I had a blast even though we didn’t catch anything.  On the way home, Dennis encouraged us that we would catch something on our next fishing adventure.  We dropped Dennis off and made plans for another outing.  Our rainbow was still eluding our grasp.

By Branden Johnson

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