A Good Day.

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about my son and I stocking Trout. Today was opening day and we finally got a chance to catch some of these, in my son’s own words, “slippery suckers”. Although the official start time was 8am, we did not arrive until just after 9, mostly due to the fact that we slept in. Once we pulled up to the cabin, we noticed a few vehicles parked on our property. Only being slightly concerned about it, we opened the cabin and went in. It wasn’t until exiting the cabin to get our gear that we realized the vehicles were driven by some old friends of the family I have not seen and years, whom have a lifetime of welcome to park there. After a brief conversation that was broken by my son’s anticipation to go fishing, we walked the 40 or so steps to the creek.

My spinner caught an 11-inch Brook Trout in less than 20 casts. My son was so exited, saying “I am so happy for you daddy.” Unfortunately, he was too far away from me when I caught the 13-inch rainbow to help. It was about then that he yelled for me. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, HELP, my rod, my rod, my rod…”. Little Boo had casted his line out, and the rod too. We had taken 4 rods along for the trip but his little Sponge-Bob rod was his favorite, and it was now floating, very quickly, down stream. So I did what any good dad would do, I went in after it.

Shortly after, an unknown man, in his 70’s, walked up to us. On his third or fourth cast, he caught one, but did not reel it in, yelling “hey little man, I need help with this one”. The guy who did not know us from bob had called my son to reel in his fish. Then, this old man told my son that he had caught the fish and it was his fair and square. Boo help me add it to the creel and was happy to reel one in.

Overall we had a great time, yet I could tell my son was disappointed that he did not catch one by himself, on his rod. I have enclosed a few images. The last one is of my son actually cutting the fish himself, while I hold it for him. That made his day!