Getting to fish with my
Grandson last weekend was a hoot to say the least. It brought back so many
memories of some of my first trips with my son and daughter. We lived in Tupelo
Mississippi at the time and we would go out to the local park on
Sunday’s to walk the trails and of course fish for the bluegills that were
stocked in the small 3-acre pond.
Well, all of those memories
came back to me when Pops and his Dad carried Bryson out for his first fishing
trip Saturday afternoon. His Dad told me on the way to the small pond that I
was in charge of letting Bryson land his first fish. I had been talking to him
for some time about this memorable trip and he was ready and pumped to go, to say
the least.
We begin the journey by digging for night crawlers or red worms in the backyard. The name didn’t matter to Bryson;
all he wanted to do was grab the worm as soon as we unearthed one and pull it
apart. I kept telling him we needed the whole worm to make a nice meal for the
fish, but his theory was that if you break the worm into, it would make 2 baby
worms. So with that sound explanation in mind, we continue to dig for worms
until we had enough for the evening fishing trip. Upon arriving at the little
pond I notice there was some small bluegill still bedding in the shallows near
the bank. So I showed Bryson how to bait the hook and we made our first cast
towards the beds. I had explained to him that once the bobber goes under he
needed to start reeling because that meant he had a fish on. We were lucky to be fishing
in a pond that had lots of bluegills, because, within a few seconds, Bryson had
his first fish with his Pops. I must admit it was a teaching experience for him
to get the hang of reeling that first fish in, but after the first catch, he got
better.
We battled mosquitoes, gnats,
and extremely high humidity, all afternoon, but Bryson was a trooper and so was
his Dan and Pops. For me, the elements were minor on this trip, because I got to
teach my Grandson about the joys of fishing and how to enjoy the outdoors. I am
looking forward to our first fly rod outing when he gets a little older.
One of many bluegills fisherman Bryson landed for the afternoon.
Is this little guy excited or what????? He is already asking Pops when are we going again.
Hope all Dad's have a great Father's Day!!!
Hope all Dad's have a great Father's Day!!!