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Father & Son Video

note:Wrh submitted a fishtale and video about a recent trip with his son. Coincidentally, Jeremy and his wife had just taken their young son on his first fishing trip, and they had video too. So, this fishtale and video is a collaborative effort between Wrh, William, Jeremy and Finn.

Wrh & William: My most enthusiastic fishing partner. Today I went out with my 4 yr. old son, William, fishing for the first time this summer. We had a blast and managed to catch a few sunnies and one small largemouth. More importantly it was the enthusiasm that William had for fishing that makes him such a great fishing partner. I had to end the trip before he was done the reason being that part of the focus of these early trips is to keep them short and successful. I eagerly look forward to more outings with William this summer. William’s part of the story as told to me: "This fun fishing trip was a great time. I loved most catching my fish, they were very fun. I liked seeing my worms and putting them in my bucket. Love William Hill."

Jeremy & Finn: I had all my gear. Fly rod, reel, line, flies and a huge back pack to strap Finn on my back. The weather was warm and mom was following with a bag of snacks, bottles and pacifiers. We made our way through

the woods and arrived at the Brook Trout run. Finn was pointing at everthing and looking back to make sure his mom was close by. Finn settled into the groove. His eyes were focused on the water and I could feel him pulling on my ears every now and then. This was a huge success already because Finn had not soiled his diapers yet and his mellow disposition was still intact. I made an upstream cast and Finn whispered, "mend your line...keep that drift going." Ok, he did not do that, I did that. Then the Brook Trout took the fly and the battle was underway. The excitement was spectacular and Finn was still pulling on my ear. I think he did notice when the fish came off, but maybe not. So, we forged onward, pounding the water relentlessly. Finn was growing weary and the full 10 minutes on the water was beginning to take its toll. He was growing anxious. Constantly turning his head and pointing at his mom and looking towards the bag with his bottle in it. But he was tough and hung in there. It paid off. A beautiful Brook Trout took his fly and we landed our first fish together. It was a moment I will never forget and one that he will never remember.