A White (and Fishy) Lie

We all know Jordan liked to fish. He had fishing shirts, he constantly talked about fishing, he made disgusting-smelling crappie sandwiches at home, and he took tons of pictures with his catches. I think there's even a video on YouTube of him somewhere chasing Mom or Bre around the house with a fish.
And when you love something, you try to share it with the people in your life. One of those people, of course, was me.
Jordan's love for fishing goes all the way back to when he was a little boy. And his constantly trying to convince me to fish goes all the way back, too. 
I remember we went fishing on some lake I can't remember when I was maybe around five or six years old. It was me, Jordan, and a handful of adults. I had my rod in the water just like everyone else, not that I really knew what I was doing.
At some point, someone called us all to let us know that lunch was ready. Everyone reeled in their lines and went to go eat. Jordan, however, wanted to stay out there fishing, and he convinced me to leave my line in the water while I went to go eat, too. 
I was one of the first people back out there on the dock after lunch, and I was surprised to find that Jordan had caught a fish while I was gone. He told me he had actually caught it on my line. 
When everyone else came back out, he told everyone that I had caught the fish. I'm not sure why. Maybe he was trying to inspire me to keep on fishing. Maybe he wanted me to feel accomplished. 
To this day, if the conversation ever calls for it (which admittedly doesn't happen often), I tell people that the first and only fish I ever caught, I caught while I wasn't even there.  That's all thanks to Jordan. 

​-Amanda J. tucker