Héctor Alejandro Arzate / DCist/WAMU
Maurico Guevara is sitting on a camping chair, waiting. His 12 year-old son, Chris, is on his lap and just as vigilant. They’re at Fletcher’s Cove in Northwest D.C., watching the Potomac River flow while sycamore and early paw-paw trees surround the duo from behind.
They look on silently as their cañas, or fishing rods, rest alone after being cast into the water. Today, they’ve put shrimp on the hooks in hopes of landing something big – maybe a catfish. After a few minutes, they stand, stretch their legs, and check their lines: No bites, but that’s o.k. when the point is just to be outdoors with your loved ones.
“I’ve always come here to fish – it’s beautiful,” says Guevara, 43, who lives in Wheaton, Md.
It’s these quiet afternoons that matter most to Guevara. He was born in El Salvador, where he says his father taught him how to fish at a young age. He still remembers their time together fondly at the Río Goascorán, near the border of Honduras.
They would spend most of their day working as campesinos in field crops but would fish in the morning and afternoon. “It was our favorite sport,” says Guevara.
More than two decades later, Guevara now travels the D.C. region for his job working with concrete at a local construction company. While it can be demanding, he says fishing allows him to blow off steam and feel triumphant whenever he catches something. But the satisfaction is even sweeter when he gets to share it with Chris.
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