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This passed summer is the first year that I've really been able to enjoy fishing with my youngest son, He was six at the time by the way. He has a little trouble focusing at times and likes to cast more than fish LOL.
Well this past summer, he was able to settle down some once dad exchaged his snoopy pole for a Cane pole. There is a creek not to far from the house that is fairly secluded and almost always has a willing Pumpkin Seed or small base to bite.
I picked up my youngest after school and took him to the creek and we set to work. He loves to do things on his own and let me know right off the bat that he was good on his own and set to work baiting his hook and picking out a spot.
He fished up and down the bank and caught several smaller fish. A few blue gill, a Crappie or two, and a small bass. All in all it was a great day. He was bound and determined that he was going to catch dinner for us though. I had been tossing a beetle spin and a small worm just mainly occupying myself until he needed help. Sometime passed with out a bite and he was becoming restless. I can understand that one completely! I had my back turned for a second and I hear " Oh no you don't !!! " from behind me. I turn around to find my six year old son holding on to his cane pole for all he is worth. He had the end wedged into his hip and was leaning back trying to hang on.
I was slightly confused for a second until I realized what was happening. The fish he had was fighting him so much that due to his short stature, he couldnt' get the pole high enough to lift the fish from the water.
I leaned into give him a hand was greeted with a huge smile and him exclaiming " I've got him! I've got him! " so I backed off and let him handle his fish. He managed to lift the pole up as high as he could but the fish just weighed too much for the pole. The pole was nearly bent in half. He asked me to help him lift a little so I did. As the fish broke the water I saw one of the largest pumpkin seeds I'd ever seen on the end of his line. While trying to swing it onto the bank, the fish swam under a branch in the water. We got him out from under it without much trouble and as the fish broke the surface again my son Jace yelled " I got dinner Daddy!" Upon hearing this, the fish had other ideas and bucked off the hook. With a half mad, half sad look he turned to me and said " I wanted to take him home and eat him!"
I told him that you can't tell a fish he's dinner before he's on the cleaning table. They are masters of escape and will leave you empty handed if you tell them where they are headed like that. without missing a beat, he picked up his pole, rebaited and said " It'll be our secret then daddy." With that, he set back to fish. It soon grew dark and we headed home before the skeeters carried us off. that was one of the last trips we made before I deployed for the fall. I am eagerly awaiting my return home ( 8 days !!!) so that I can rejoin my lil fishing buddy again.
Rye
Well this past summer, he was able to settle down some once dad exchaged his snoopy pole for a Cane pole. There is a creek not to far from the house that is fairly secluded and almost always has a willing Pumpkin Seed or small base to bite.
I picked up my youngest after school and took him to the creek and we set to work. He loves to do things on his own and let me know right off the bat that he was good on his own and set to work baiting his hook and picking out a spot.
He fished up and down the bank and caught several smaller fish. A few blue gill, a Crappie or two, and a small bass. All in all it was a great day. He was bound and determined that he was going to catch dinner for us though. I had been tossing a beetle spin and a small worm just mainly occupying myself until he needed help. Sometime passed with out a bite and he was becoming restless. I can understand that one completely! I had my back turned for a second and I hear " Oh no you don't !!! " from behind me. I turn around to find my six year old son holding on to his cane pole for all he is worth. He had the end wedged into his hip and was leaning back trying to hang on.
I was slightly confused for a second until I realized what was happening. The fish he had was fighting him so much that due to his short stature, he couldnt' get the pole high enough to lift the fish from the water.
I leaned into give him a hand was greeted with a huge smile and him exclaiming " I've got him! I've got him! " so I backed off and let him handle his fish. He managed to lift the pole up as high as he could but the fish just weighed too much for the pole. The pole was nearly bent in half. He asked me to help him lift a little so I did. As the fish broke the water I saw one of the largest pumpkin seeds I'd ever seen on the end of his line. While trying to swing it onto the bank, the fish swam under a branch in the water. We got him out from under it without much trouble and as the fish broke the surface again my son Jace yelled " I got dinner Daddy!" Upon hearing this, the fish had other ideas and bucked off the hook. With a half mad, half sad look he turned to me and said " I wanted to take him home and eat him!"
I told him that you can't tell a fish he's dinner before he's on the cleaning table. They are masters of escape and will leave you empty handed if you tell them where they are headed like that. without missing a beat, he picked up his pole, rebaited and said " It'll be our secret then daddy." With that, he set back to fish. It soon grew dark and we headed home before the skeeters carried us off. that was one of the last trips we made before I deployed for the fall. I am eagerly awaiting my return home ( 8 days !!!) so that I can rejoin my lil fishing buddy again.
Rye
