SteelheadBee
Steelhead
My oldest just finished up her sophomore year at the university. She's been so busy the last couple years that she has been unable to trout fish.
Finally, she gave me the green light "Let's go fish, dad". Man, what an honour...I couldn't wait. Plus, I was gonna surprise her by letting her fish bamboo.
It was just a daytrip, so not too difficult to plan....a couple camp chairs and sandwiches with snacks to break up the fishing sessions. I kinda mosey to the big trout river..."late starts" are fine by me.
On the drive over, Emma (19) set the tone with her current playlist of Nirvana, the Pixies, Soundgarden, Smashing Pumpkins, Cream, Oasis, Black Sabbath, Megadeth, the Ramones and....Jim Croce...okay. Not your typical trout fishing warmup tunes (or maybe it is) but it sounded somewhat familiar to the 46yo dad ears.
The river was in fine shape but I could tell the majority of the trout weren't ready to gorge on fat chezburgers quite yet...but all we need are a few early patrons to check out the flying buffet.
And we found a few fish to keep my daughter engaged.
The best one came after lunch and a nap break: I says, "I got a spot...it's tough casting, but all you gotta do is get your fly out there a few feet"...she was game. She always is.
It was a high bank and her first cast caught the reeds. Her second cast - the afternoon gusts blew way off target. I encouraged her "you see where the little bits of foam start to float downstream? Try to get your fly to land near there". Her third cast kinda landed in the general area...I kept the pep talk up and was about to tell her to recast when a dark mass materialised from the depths.
With a smooth sip the big trout ate the stonefly imitation like a mayfly and I yelled "Set!Set!Set!". The bamboo rod instantly tacoed as the fish freight-trained out of the soft water and into the main current.
We were all laughs and giggles. At one point, Emma said "I can't get this fish in. Do you wanna try?" Of course my answer was "no way".
She landed her personal best trout on her first time fishing a bamboo rod. What a great memory.
The picture diminishes the girth and length of the fish (her left hand covers up the length but you can see a tip of the tail). It was a biggish trout.
Till next time...
Cheers and Blessings!
Finally, she gave me the green light "Let's go fish, dad". Man, what an honour...I couldn't wait. Plus, I was gonna surprise her by letting her fish bamboo.
It was just a daytrip, so not too difficult to plan....a couple camp chairs and sandwiches with snacks to break up the fishing sessions. I kinda mosey to the big trout river..."late starts" are fine by me.
On the drive over, Emma (19) set the tone with her current playlist of Nirvana, the Pixies, Soundgarden, Smashing Pumpkins, Cream, Oasis, Black Sabbath, Megadeth, the Ramones and....Jim Croce...okay. Not your typical trout fishing warmup tunes (or maybe it is) but it sounded somewhat familiar to the 46yo dad ears.
The river was in fine shape but I could tell the majority of the trout weren't ready to gorge on fat chezburgers quite yet...but all we need are a few early patrons to check out the flying buffet.
And we found a few fish to keep my daughter engaged.
The best one came after lunch and a nap break: I says, "I got a spot...it's tough casting, but all you gotta do is get your fly out there a few feet"...she was game. She always is.
It was a high bank and her first cast caught the reeds. Her second cast - the afternoon gusts blew way off target. I encouraged her "you see where the little bits of foam start to float downstream? Try to get your fly to land near there". Her third cast kinda landed in the general area...I kept the pep talk up and was about to tell her to recast when a dark mass materialised from the depths.
With a smooth sip the big trout ate the stonefly imitation like a mayfly and I yelled "Set!Set!Set!". The bamboo rod instantly tacoed as the fish freight-trained out of the soft water and into the main current.
We were all laughs and giggles. At one point, Emma said "I can't get this fish in. Do you wanna try?" Of course my answer was "no way".
She landed her personal best trout on her first time fishing a bamboo rod. What a great memory.
The picture diminishes the girth and length of the fish (her left hand covers up the length but you can see a tip of the tail). It was a biggish trout.
Till next time...
Cheers and Blessings!
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