It was a beautiful
day, the sky was a perfect blue and the lake reflected
the trees and clouds in small ripples. Michael was fishing
with his Grandpa, and things were not going too well.
"Grandpa, why are you the only one catching any fish?"
whined Michael. Grandpa informed Michael, "It's because
I found my lucky lure many years ago when I was fishing
with my Granddad, and I always use it for special days
like this". Michael pondered his Grandpa's reply,
not remembering what kind of lure his Grandpa had on his
hook. The day sped on, and as it was getting dusk, Michael
looked up and saw a beautiful light blue star just starting
to twinkle in the evening sky. "Oh how I wish I could
find a lucky lure, and fish like Grandpa". He whispered
to the star.
The weekend had been
so wonderful, spent with laughter, fishing and Grandpa.
Michael didn't want to see it end so he convinced Grandpa
to go back to the lake one more time before the end of
the day. As they walked the familiar path to the lake,
something blue caught Michael's eye. It was a dented and
not so pretty lure. He was sure it had been there for
a very long time, and didn't know why he hadn't seen it
before. He picked it up, stuck it in his tackle box and
caught up to Grandpa.
The fish didn't seem
to be biting, and it appeared that Michael and his Grandpa
would not catch even a stick. Michael opened his tackle
box to change lures for the 10th time, when he spied the
ugly blue lure. Attaching the lure, he cast out his line.
As soon as it hit the water, a fish took the bait. He
reeled in the fish, and beamed with happiness at its size.
This was truly a special day for Michael. "Looks
like you found your lucky lure Michael", said Grandpa
with a wink.
