I had the opportunity this weekend to take my two sons, Clay (age 9) and Glen (age 8), fishing. We didn’t catch a lot, but we made up in quality what we lacked in quantity. I was going to post a picture, but apparently Blogger is having a little technical difficulty in uploading this morning.
Glen caught a 27-inch catfish that weighed at least 8 pounds. Now you have to understand that Glen weighs about 55 pounds. Sounds like an unfair fight, right? Not so fast, my friend. Put the catfish in his element, put Glen on a steep bank covered with slick pinestraw, and put an 11-foot fiberglass pole between them. Now you have all of the ingredients that are necessary for about 5 minutes of intensely entertaining action.
Glen was holding on to that pole with all of his might while trying to keep his footing. The catfish was doing his best tractor pull imitation while I am trying to get to Glen to keep him from getting pulled in. Clay was whooping it up because the catfish had given a spectacular jump out of the water. I hollered for him to grab the net, but the one he brought had a big hole in it. So he went to find another one. By this time Glen was starting to work his way backward up the bank slowly but surely bringing that catfish closer to shore. Clay finally found a net that didn’t have a hole in it, but it was hardly big enough to hold the fish. I decided to use it anyway and succeeded in flipping the fish up on the bank. As soon as we did, the hook fell out of the fish’s mouth. We put him in the bucket and then sat down to get our breath.
Clay had his line (and his heart) broken by another big catfish a few minutes later, so in the picture we took, I let him hold a nice largemouth bass that I caught.
We sure had a good time. For some reason, whenever we go out hunting or fishing, it manages to turn into a big adventure. There is never a dull moment with these two boys!