champ
Well-Known Member
On Thursday this little guy celebrated his 4th birthday. We woke up this morning and the first thing he asked was “Can we go fishing?”
I looked at my wife and I knew she couldn’t say no to that! Downstairs to my arsenal to try to decide what to bring. 10’6” noodle rod was the obvious choice.
We hopped in the truck, dozen worms on the way to Port Burwell to the pier. We arrived, set up, had a coffee and an apple juice all to set the hook on a small white perch. The excitement began. Every nibble, every dip in the rod, the smallest twitch my son says “Fish on!” I have done it! I have startedanother addiction!
We fished for about another 20 minutes fighting through what I can only assume was a goby bite, another fish on. This time it was big, or as my son calls it, a medium sized minion. It was a 4lb sheepshead. What a fight for him! Landed, pictures, and released.
After almost an hour of small nibbles and the odd rod drop we hooked another small white perch.
At the end of the day I have nothing to take home but memories from when I was that age fishing with my dad, my grandpa and I couldn’t be happier to pass this addiction on to my son.
Even though he is four, I get to do this all over again with my youngest who is a year and 3 months old! I can not wait!
Hopefully everyone had a weekend like mine!
Cheers
I looked at my wife and I knew she couldn’t say no to that! Downstairs to my arsenal to try to decide what to bring. 10’6” noodle rod was the obvious choice.
We hopped in the truck, dozen worms on the way to Port Burwell to the pier. We arrived, set up, had a coffee and an apple juice all to set the hook on a small white perch. The excitement began. Every nibble, every dip in the rod, the smallest twitch my son says “Fish on!” I have done it! I have startedanother addiction!
We fished for about another 20 minutes fighting through what I can only assume was a goby bite, another fish on. This time it was big, or as my son calls it, a medium sized minion. It was a 4lb sheepshead. What a fight for him! Landed, pictures, and released.
After almost an hour of small nibbles and the odd rod drop we hooked another small white perch.
At the end of the day I have nothing to take home but memories from when I was that age fishing with my dad, my grandpa and I couldn’t be happier to pass this addiction on to my son.
Even though he is four, I get to do this all over again with my youngest who is a year and 3 months old! I can not wait!
Hopefully everyone had a weekend like mine!
Cheers
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