Little John and his big brown!
John and Greg with their days' catch!
We started out at Tom's Run in Cook's Forest. They usually stock a lot of fish there just for kids. We didn't catch a single fish! I saw perhaps 5 fish caught all day. We left at 1PM. On the way home, the boys said, "Daddy, we don't want to go home! We promised Mama that we were gonna bring a bunch of fish home. Can we try somewhere else?"
Well, what's a Daddy for? "Of course we will! I can't have my boys breaking a promise!"
So we checked on a small (tiny) stream closer to home that is designated "kids and handicapped waters." It is usually hit pretty hard, but I figured we'd give it a try. When we got there, no one else was there. That's usually not a good sign. We got out and hit the first hole. BAM! Fish on! John caught a nice brown. Now it was Greg's turn. BAM! A rainbow! This is gonna be fun! Now the kids are really having a blast. They kept taking turns catching fish. They each had three and the fishing had really slowed down. Greg was talking about going home; John was talking about "one more cast"
So I threaded a new minnow and cast out for him. Soon, line was screaming and so was John. I have to admit, he did an excellent job steering the fish away from log jams, undercut banks, and other debris. He landed the big brown and everyone was happy. Greg said, "That's a monster fish, John! I'm proud of you! I caught three. You caught four. That's enough. I can't wait to see the look on Mama's face, and I gotta poop. Let's go home." I almost fell in the stream, laughing.
So all in all, it was a successful fishing trip. The boys caught fish, no one got hurt, and nobody fell in the water. What more could a Daddy ask for?