We are out at the IL’s cabin. My son and I take the boat out to go fishing on the lake. We have been coming to this lake for near 10 years so I am starting to get to know where the fishing holes are.
My son turns to me and says
Lil G:Not here daddy. A good fishing spot is over there.
At which point, he points to the other side of the lake. It’s the middle of the afternoon and I got nothing but time to kill.
Greenback: Do you think so?
Lil G:Yep.
So off we go to the other side of the lake to a place where I have only seen one boat drop anchor and fish and, once we show up I get this:
Lil G:Not here. Closer. Go there.
He wants to be closer to shore. Sure. Why not.
We pull up to the spot that he has approved and I start getting my gear set up.
Whizzzzzzzsplush My son already has a line in the water.
Looks to be a lot of weeds so I’ll pull out my weedless lures and pick from those. No point in losing a nice lure because my son wants to fish here.
Whizzzzzzzsplush He’s cast twice already? He’s been pumped to fish ever since he caught his one and only fish three weeks ago. A 12 inch northern pike on a little kiddie rod that probably couldn’t pull more than a fish that size.
Whizzzzzzzsplush He must be reeling that line in as fast as he can.
Alright, I’ll try this colour of jig with this squiggly. I have only been fishing for two years so I have no experience on which to draw on when picking lures or colours and such. I figure if the lure sucks me into buying it, it should have some appeal to a fish.
Lil G: Daddy, I caught a fish!!
Greenback:Really? Let me see.
I make my way to the front of the boat and he has a nice 18 inch pike on the line and is working it closer. His rod is about to break and his line is strtched to the limit but he is taking his time.
The fish gets close enough for me to pick up so I grab it, unhook it and let him touch it and hold it. Then we ease it back into the water as Lil G is trying to talk soothingly to it (He gets that from me. I’m a druid deep down).
Greenback: Good job Lil G. That was a nice fish.
Lil G: Yeah, I told you. :eek:
Later that day my SIL is fishing, and not wanting to catch anything because then she has to touch it, and suddenly lets out a scream which is followed by a splash at the end of her line.
SIL:What do I do?
Lil G: Play it a little more. Then reel it in.
The kicker is that Lil G is three years old!!
That’s my boy