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.
One of the fish I caught
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.
The picture of the river that I took
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.
Cleaning the muck off my waders
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.