We took the kids fishing at a couple different ponds whose owners have been well-schmoozed (good job Dad), and had a great time catching some very nice, fat rainbows and tiger trout, and some scrappy smallmouths and bluegill. Nathan tried out flyfishing for the first time, and did well; he is definitely going to need a little help with the "10 & 2 flick of the wrist" concept. He had something more like the "8 & 5 water slap" going on. It looked more like he was pitching a baseball than casting a line! He still managed to catch a few fish, somehow. Some friends brought by A River Runs Through It tonight, so maybe we'll continue his training by watching that together.
Purists might have chortled just a little if they had seen the three of us all piled on a paddleboat, fishing tube jigs from ice-fishing poles in somebody's private puddle. (You might be a redneck if...) Let 'em laugh, though. We had a ton of fun together, and those fish were tasty breaded and deep-fried for lunch the next day. Anyway, the cattails were high enough around that pond that I'm pretty sure nobody saw us anyway!
As usual, Grandpa Vern outfished us all. His trophy was 23 inches, 5 1/2 pounds. (Hence the title of this post.)