Hey guys...here's an update from my last post. Went fishing last Wednesday night, Thursday and Friday mornings and again yesterday. Nothing much to brag about other than some fun until yesterday when my 12 year old daughter out-fished me big time! This however, is one of my favorite fishing moments of all time. Here's how it went down:
My wife and daughter went out yesterday to tried our luck for a while (this is my wife's first fishing trip with me). About an hour or so into the fishing, I hooked about a 1.75-2 lb largemouth. I thought that was a good catch for this lake. About 2 hours into fishing however, my daughter said she wanted to try a new color worm so she picked the large red worm that I had been using. I told her that she won’t catch small fish on this but she still wanted it. About 20 minutes after setting her up, I was fishing the bank on one side and not really paying attention to her when she said, “Uhhh dad....I think I’m snagged again”. When I turned around, her rod didn’t seem to be bent right for a snag. I asked her if she was sure it wasn't a fish and she said she still thought she was snagged. After I started walking to the back of the boat, I kept asking questions like, do you feel anything pulling, is your line still straight out, or is it moving to one side. About that time, around 40 yards out in the direction of her line, a fish jumped and broke water. The look on her face was pure surprise, mixed with fear, joy and not knowing what to do, all at the same time. She immediately panicked and kept saying, “Dad, help me...it’s slipping, I can’t hold it, help me, it’s slipping”. I kept telling her to hold on and keep bringing it in. She was reeling for dear life with one hand while hanging on with the other. I then realized that the drag on her little little Zebco 33 was set so that she wasn’t making much progress so I tightened it up a bit. Now she was reeling it in. As it got closer to the boat, she kept telling me to take her pole cause she couldn’t hold on any longer and it was slipping. "My hands are tired, I can't hold it anymore, help me dad" she kept yelling. I just kept coaching her insisting that this was her fish and she can bring it in. As it got close to the boat, I had her raise her rod and out came the mouth of a really nice largemouth. 4 pounds to be exact. THIS, was the best part of my weekend, and will last for a long, long time. My wife was there taking pics of the whole event. These will go in a scrapbook for sure.
To top it all off, my wife got to experience this event and totally loved it. (I think she finally "got it" with the fishing thing
) She even said that we might need a little bigger boat so she can come along more often. I'm not holding my breath, but the seed has been planted! [-o<
Here are a few pics of the "Moby Dick" as she named him......and of course my little fish in comparison. I'm green :mrgreen: with envy with her catch, but I at least get "daughter" bragging rights.
The first pic is her first "artificial bait" catch from last Thursday.
Second Pic is my best catch yesterday
Third and Fourth pics are...well you'll figure these out.
