Take a kid Fishing
Most guys are quite vocal about their love for fishing and they share many hours of the joyous time they have had on their last trip. What I want to talk about today is simply the same joy, shared with my son, who happens to be a crazy fisherman just like me. I remember when my son was only a little tot and how I used to tell him that as soon as he can hold a rod, we are going fishing. When he finally could, it then became as soon as he can stand by himself on the boat we are going. And when he could stand, the next phase became practicing how to cast so he can do his own fishing on the boat. Well, those days are here and boy, are they the best ever? Now hear me out. Taking my son out alone is very satisfying because not only do we share a wonderful time together, but I feel I am investing in the future of our beloved wonderful sport. Furthermore, teach the little guys to fish instead of giving him a fish for the day and therefore feeding him for “a day” right?
Anyway, on our recent pilgrimage we took my boy’s little friend for the weekend with. This is some school mascot (a stuffed giant panda bear) called Ping-Ping who rotates to various homes with various five year olds looking after him for the weekend. My point, this was my kid’s outing as much as it was mine. We were not fishing for winning anything except memories together and for him to catch some fish.
We made our way to Inanda Dam and of course I had to answer many times on the short 40km drive, when we were going to get to the dam. The little guy’s excitement was palpable and he couldn’t wait to get there. After all, which self-respecting genuine fisherman does not get super excited the day before a fishing trip? I still cannot really have a good night sleep the night before any tournament or fishing trip.
Finally, the boat was in the water and we were off. He just tucks his head on my lap behind the console and we can thunder through to our favourite spots. This was in the middle of the hectic cold front that hit beginning of June and so I knew fishing was going to be slow. We got to our first spot and fished a bank, covering about 200m of shoreline without even a touch. Now remember, this guy is five years old and this should have gotten to him after an hour of fishing. Nope, not my son. Here is why I enjoy
Nothing compares to the time I spend on the water with my five year old (and Ping-Ping)