While standing in line to get my lake permit I watched with a grin as the man in front of me tried with little success to corral his approximately 6 year old daughter.
We struck up a conversation and I found out that his name was Greg. He told me his wife died over a year ago from Covid complications. Now he tries to spend as much time as possible with his daughter when he isn't working. He said, "She loves the lake, so here we are on Christmas eve day".
Mid-conversation his daughter (Lizzy) came running over and asked me with a serious look, "Are you the REAL Santa Claus?" I held my finger to my lips and replied, "shhhh...I have a lot of work to do tonight, but I want to do a little fishing first." "Wow!" Lizzy exclaimed, "Next Christmas I am going to ask you for a fishing pole so I can go fishing like Daddy!"
Greg got his permit and through the window I watched them get in the car and drive down to the fishing pier. When I got to the counter to obtain my lake permit, I asked the clerk to ring up a kid's fishing pole as well. She had overheard my conversation with Lizzy and she refused to let me pay for the pole, and instead insisted I take it free of charge.
A short while later I was in my float tube, happily on the lake. I kicked around the pier where Greg sat fishing (Lizzy had run to the far end of the dock). I handed him the pole and told him to tell her it was from Santa. To which he expressed his sincere gratitude with tears in his eyes.
I cast out my line and leisurely kicked my tube around a rocky point into the next cove. Although they were no longer in view, I could clearly hear Lizzy's squeals of delight, and her brazen, "THANK YOU SANTA!!"
So now it's official. You may call me Santa.
By the way I was at Otay lake. I didn't get a single bite in 5 hours but still it was one of my most memorable fishing trips ever! Happy holidays to you all, and tight lines in 2023.
We struck up a conversation and I found out that his name was Greg. He told me his wife died over a year ago from Covid complications. Now he tries to spend as much time as possible with his daughter when he isn't working. He said, "She loves the lake, so here we are on Christmas eve day".
Mid-conversation his daughter (Lizzy) came running over and asked me with a serious look, "Are you the REAL Santa Claus?" I held my finger to my lips and replied, "shhhh...I have a lot of work to do tonight, but I want to do a little fishing first." "Wow!" Lizzy exclaimed, "Next Christmas I am going to ask you for a fishing pole so I can go fishing like Daddy!"
Greg got his permit and through the window I watched them get in the car and drive down to the fishing pier. When I got to the counter to obtain my lake permit, I asked the clerk to ring up a kid's fishing pole as well. She had overheard my conversation with Lizzy and she refused to let me pay for the pole, and instead insisted I take it free of charge.
A short while later I was in my float tube, happily on the lake. I kicked around the pier where Greg sat fishing (Lizzy had run to the far end of the dock). I handed him the pole and told him to tell her it was from Santa. To which he expressed his sincere gratitude with tears in his eyes.
I cast out my line and leisurely kicked my tube around a rocky point into the next cove. Although they were no longer in view, I could clearly hear Lizzy's squeals of delight, and her brazen, "THANK YOU SANTA!!"
So now it's official. You may call me Santa.
By the way I was at Otay lake. I didn't get a single bite in 5 hours but still it was one of my most memorable fishing trips ever! Happy holidays to you all, and tight lines in 2023.