My son: The fishing expert

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 :smiley:

Heh, nice story. It won’t be long before Lil G is co-hosting Billy Bob’s Big Mouth Bass Show on the Outdoor Life Network.

Three years old? That’s just too cool! You’re building some wonderful memories with that boy.

sigh I wish my step-daughters had viewed fishing as something other than an icky , boring waste of time!

Yep, that’s a nice memory. I am of the opinion that some are just born to be great fishermen. I am not one of them unfortunately.

Some men are born great fishermen, some achieve greatness at fishing, and others have great tasting fish thrust upon them.

Wow. Very cool. I bought the two little gaffers (ages 3 and 5) poles last summer and we have gone out a bunch of times. Great memories. They’ll be even better when they figure out that you can catch more fish if you don’t spend all of your time throwing rocks in the water!

:smack: That’s what I’ve been doing wrong!

Greenback it sounds like you have a young Tiger Woods on your hands, only with fishing instead of golf. A natural ability that manifests itself at a young age.

Nice going Lil G.

Could you see if he knows where the big Rockfish are hiding in the Chesapeake Bay?

The worst part about being only three is that he can’t hold his arms far enough apart to tell a real good fishing story.

Thanks for the responses people.

I think for the next while when Lil G says he knows of a perfect fishing spot, I am going to listen to his directions and go fish there when he’s having a nap :stuck_out_tongue: