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| Last year my wife stuck a mid thirtys fish with my daughter on a figure eight. Well last night she did the same. My wife was reeling in a bucktail and my daughter was between her legs holding onto the cork of the rod. Then on the second turn of an eight she locked up with a 38". My daughter was yelling "We got one Mommy!".
Some good photos and my daughter (3yrs end of Oct) grabbing the tail to let it go.
Priceless!!!!.[:bigsmile:] [:bigsmile:] |
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| Very cool, I know how you feel. My 4 year old son caught his first northern this year casting by himself.[:bigsmile:] very proud |
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| Don't have any kids yet, but that's a great story. |
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| Those are priceless moments Jason. Would love to see the pictures. Reminds me of my daughter when she was 5 and we were living in Alaska. Her mother had left us just a few months before so I took her fishing with me everywhere. We were fishing little Dolly Varden in a small stream...she insisted on putting the salmon egg on her hook attached to the impressive Snoopy fishing combo. All of sudden I hear this giant splashing from behind me and she yells, "Daddy, help me!" With just a bit of help she landed a beautiful 10 lbs silver (coho). Unfortunately I didn't have a camera but we have never forgotten the moment.
There is nothing like the look on those little faces is there...the excitement, the fish, and then watching it swim away.
May there be many more like this one, Jason,
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| Jason,
I can't wait! My new son is only 6 days old and I'm already dying to take him fishing. Great story!
Will |
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| Those memories are priceless! Great Job!
Did she give you a tip? Hold out for a hug ....they last longer! |
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I live on the lower end of Chautauqua Lake. Every opening weekend during the 70's I'd have about six or eight boatloads of Musky fishing friends at the house. Had to pull boats onto the lawn, as there wasn't room enough at the dock. The beds were all full and campers in the back yard.
The year my oldest son was 10 he was pestering me about fishing. I informed him he was NOT gonna' go fishing with me opening day. My Sales Manager was going in my boat and there was no room for a kid that was liable to sink a hook into flesh on a back cast.
As it happened, one of my good friends was late getting in from Beaver Falls and we were long gone by the time he and his son arrived. As he was loading his boat, the only one still tied up to my dock, my son had the temerity to ask, "Hey, Mr. Kommer, can I go along?"
Now Ron was as tough on his own son as anyone I ever knew, maybe tougher, but he was a sucker for other kids. "Sure," he agreed, "get your rod." Ron told me later that my son Ken disappeared on a dead run into the back yard and returned from the shanty with his rod all rigged and the rear hook of a small black Suick safely stowed into the first guide.
Well the story is that Ken caught his first Lunge that day, a beautiful 44 incher and I missed seeing it. Ron said he handled it like a pro and went nuts when it cleared the water a couple of times. He and I have caught a lot together since then, but you only ever get that first one once. I'd give a lot to have been there. I surprised him with a mount of that fish for Christmas and it hung in our front room opposite my first fifty incher.
Never again did I include him out of my plans for any opening day. I've been rewarded with memories of his first doe, first buck, first fall turkey, first spring gobbler, first thirty pound Chinook, etc., etc.. But - I still missed that first Musky - and I missed it because a friend respected my son's longing to be included more than I did. I NEVER forgot that lesson.
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| Reprobait,
Great story. My oldest daughter is six. I sure hope I am there to see her first musky. |
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| Reprobait-
Great post. Really makes you think about what is important.
Scott |
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