One on the line.
Showing a little fight.
A fish in the hand, or at least on land.
I made him stop when he had four.
Personally I'm more of a catch and release fishermen when it comes to trout. The boy however, hasn't satisfied his blood lust.
I haven't mastered teaching the kids to fly cast. Fishing trips involve a little more work and a little less fishing for me. I still managed to land a fish myself.
I threw him back.
We call that bait.
ReplyDeleteWhat? No trip to the taxidermist?
ReplyDeleteWhat? No trip to the taxidermist?
ReplyDeleteYour son must have had a great teacher.
ReplyDeleteYou have a fish whisperer. Once that special touch kicks in, you will never beat him at fishing ever again. Might as well accept that skunking right now.
ReplyDeleteI have only known one other fish whisperer in my life and she was scary good. She could catch stuff when nobody else was getting a bite that day.
It actually does my spirits good to read about the enthusiasm some kids have for hunting and fishing. Most of them never grow out of that love for the outdoors. We need more of that from our future leaders.
One of the things I really enjoy about you and Nate's blogs are the stories you both tell about father and son outdoor adventures.
My grandfathers were avid fishermen and hunted. The knack for both of those things skipped my father. I had to teach myself. Res Jr. is getting a very hands on education about all things wilderness. He especially liked seeing the baby buffalo we passed on our way to fish.
ReplyDeleteThe boy seems to have some of the innate interest I have for the outdoors. So I teach him a little each trip out. Today we continued our study of aquatic insects and how our knowledge of science helps us to be better fishermen.
Life for any kid could not get much better than that.
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