Took my three boys this morning from 8 till 11. We fished two spots. At the first spot as I was putting on my waders, another car pulls up,and the guy jumped out and grabbed his bucket and pole from the backseat and tried to get down to the river before me. I sent my 8 yr old, Sam, to run ahead to our spot. No way is this guy going to beat a kid with the energy of an otter down the bank!
Sam gets the spot and and lets his older brother try first. Max, 11, gets a trout on his first cast with a meal worm. Then he wants to play Gameboy. Sam gets two trout then decides he wants to learn how to net them. So he nets two for my littlest, Gordon, 4yrs old. Only knocks one off.
Three more guys come out of the woods and proceed to curse us out as we land and release fish after fish while they get nothing. Not that there weren't fish to be caught, they were using a whole bag of splitshot and a nightcrawler that would have choked a largemouth.
Next spot we see three cars, guys in the water, doesn't look too promising. I pull up and my spot is wide open. They were fishing upstream and downstream of the honey hole.First cast with a rebel minnow Gordon gets a nice rainbow, released. Next drifting worms I couldn't keep the trout off the hook. Release 4 more all 10-11 inches. So now the boys are tired of catching trout, they want to catch a sucker. So I put on some extra splitshot and the biggest, smelliest worm in the box. First cast, the line stops, was I snagged? NO, line starts going crazy, lucky he ran upstream instead of into the roots. I give the rod to Max and he lands a nice 14-15 inch brown with a kype. Very thick, very strong. He wants to keep it for my birthday dinner. I will post picture when I get back to work. What a great birthday, one I won't forget.
