I took my daughter fishing with me. We had a great time, and I gave her the option of writing a little piece for my blog. She loved the idea. Here it is and I hope you enjoy it.
Hi. My dad said that I could write this blog post. He took me fly fishing this weekend. In the pond on the way to the river, my dad started to count the turtles on a log. I asked what he was doing, and he responded, “I always count the turtles in this pond. The more turtles I see, the better the fishing day is.” I questioned it at first, but he was right. We did have a good fishing day.
On our way to our fishing spot, we ran into a fisherman. He said he had been fishing this area and didn’t catch a thing. After that, my dad taught me how to use a Tenkara fly rod. It is as light as cardboard, but as a beginner, pretty different from the regular reel I was used to. I hooked a lot of plants until I got used to it. Then I caught three fish, so maybe the fisherman before us just wasn’t as lucky as me.
My dad and I were both planning to bring our polarized sunglasses, but we both forgot them, which made fishing a whole lot harder. I had left mine on the kitchen counter, and he left his in the car, which was a long walk back. We just dealt with it. It didn’t help that we were already far upstream when we first realized it.
About halfway through our expedition, a bunch of cows went across the little bridge over the river. They were heading to a field to graze. It seemed like there were thousands of them. They all came from the nearby farm. I could see that two stopped half way over the bridge causing the ruckus to slow down. Once they were done, we got back to fishing again.
After a little more fishing, we got to the end of our trip. On the hike back to the car, my dad told me not to step in certain muddy spots so I wouldn’t sink. Of course, I didn’t listen and I got stuck in one, and he had to help me out. Every time I tried to get up, I had to regain my posture. I wasn’t watching where I was standing, so I would start sinking again. We had to rinse our waders off because I was all muddy. Once we finally got to the car, I said I had a great time, and he said he did too. Hey, I know I didn’t catch as many fish as my dad, but that’s just because he rocks at fishing.