Daddy, what's a trout?

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It's the 24th of May and we likes to get away,

Up in the woods or going out the bay...

I blame it on Stan Cook. Or my parents.

Whatever, but my disdain for 'going off in the woods' is immeasurable, matched only by the thoughts of dental surgery.

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It's the 24th of May and we likes to get away,

Up in the woods or going out the bay...

I blame it on Stan Cook. Or my parents.

Whatever, but my disdain for 'going off in the woods' is immeasurable, matched only by the thoughts of dental surgery.

Several years ago - 30 or so I would suspect - I was sent packing on a canoe trip, fashioned by Stan, the former St. John's hockey great who later got into canoeing and is now into sea kayaking.

I don't know if the folks wanted to rid themselves of me for a week, or toughen me up. I suspect both.

I can't recall where exactly we portaged - though I think it was around Clarenville some place - but I do remember humping through the woods, a canoe on my shoulder, trudging through bog up to my knees, and sleeping in a tent.

And detesting every waking moment.

You see, I'm a townie. A spoiled townie.

A cabin is appealing, but only after an evening of barbecuing, few beers and a snooze on a comfortable mattress. And then right back home the next day.

A tent? Trailer? Butterpot or Gushue's Pond? Vienna Sausages, horseshoes, rain, fog, Dick Nolan, boil-ups?

Stab me now.

Not that I've always been a delicate townie flower.

A couple of years ago, I was inspired to cast a line. So off I went to Canadian Tire for a troutin' pole, and to a gully a short walk behind the house.

To my wife's great, sadistic glee, a comedy of errors unfolded, from the hook getting entangled in a branch to the culmination of a day gone awry with a slip into the water.

And my cruddy fishing pole broken.

Seriously.

She still brings up that rather sore subject from time to time.

That was about 10 years ago, and now today, I am faced with the distressing prospects of taking the boy fishing.

Not certain where he gets the appetite to do so - certainly not on this side of the gene pool - but I will relent, eventually, opting to see the glass-half-full side. You know, a father-son bonding thing.

Heck, who knows, maybe we'll even have a fire and a fry a few trout.

Or maybe I'll convince him to go hit a few golf balls instead.

Nobody asked me, but ...

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Robin Short is The Telegram's Sports Editor. He can be reached by e-mail at rshort@thetelegram.com

Organizations: Canadian Tire, Chicago Blackhawks

Geographic location: St. John's, Clarenville, Newfoundland St. George's

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