Fisherboy

We have been at the lake a lot lately. Did I mention that before? The day after my Dad's birthday we hosted a party for our small group at my parent's house. It was another beautiful day and we had all sorts of different activities we could do. But it turns out our small group is full of fisherkids. We had 14 adults and 18 children and kids and dad's fished almost the entire time (when they weren't driving the skid steer and floating in the paddle boat). The fish weren't biting much that dad but lots of baby catfish were caught a few walleye and many tiny frogs. I think perhaps the older boys inspired/influenced Jack. Up until that afternoon he had always fished with his special pole with a rubber fish on the end. He would cast it out and real it in over and over, each time pleased that he had a fish. This method works well for little kids because it's much safer than having them fling a hook around. And it allowed him to develop a pretty impressive cast for his age and size. This afternoon however, he decided he wanted to try a hook with a worm like everyone else was doing. I wasn't involved in this but Paul said he did a great job being careful and he even caught some fish! In my dad's lake it's not hard to catch a little fish. You pretty much just have to drop a hook off the side of the dock and bam, you have a fish. The hard part it catching a big fish. Anyway, he was super excited and told my parent's all about it before we left that night. And boy does he have a good fish story. He told with much excitement how he caught a really big fish and it bent his pole and it almost pulled him off the dock! Pretty sure he was talking about the sunfish in the second picture, but hey it's all about the fish story, right? We've tried to remind him that fishing requires patience and you don't catch a fish every time you go fishing. But so far Dad's lake hasn't let him down and he catches at least a little something every time he goes out. Ever since this night he has been on a fishing kick and has begged to go back out night after night. We've taken him a few times and he even got to spend several hours fishing with just Papa and no pesky little brothers running around. From the stories I heard after that night, I'd say they had a good time. And I'll admit, I think it's cute and fun and sentimental that he enjoys fishing and fishing with his papa so much.