It took a few years to happen, but yesterday was the boys first official fishing trip. I guess it had to do with the age thing, and wanting them to be able to handle their own little poles and not get bored.
One of the things I like about the Carolina Estate is my Uncle lives about 50 miles away. He has a small stocked pond on his property, and the bass are plentiful. So yesterday we spent the afternoon with him, grilled out, and then got in some fishing.
NW got his first little bass, but it was so small we threw it back...did not matter the kid was delighted. Then Senior started getting some bites and landed his first of the day..
little ND and I were fishless, he got tired of using his kid sized pole, and began learning how to use a bigger pole. At the time he was practicing throwing it out and reeling it back in.. I was about 30 feet away, Senior and NW were clear on the other side of the pond, and my Uncle was sitting near ND. Every thing was silent, then all heck broke loose. As ND was reeling in the big fishing rod a real monster took the little bit of bait still on the hook. He landed this big guy, his very first fish:
We tried getting him to hold it, but no way was he sticking his hands in the mouth..lol My Uncle said it was the biggest one he has seen in a while out of the pond. ND is still so proud and has not stopped talking about his fish. After the excitement wore down, Senior caught one more. Then the fish seemed to stop biting.
We headed to the garden where my Uncle taught NW how to cut okra, then sent us back with a mess of tomatoes, beans, cucumbers, and okra
