At times of inactivity my mind wanders to those idyllic fishing scenarios such as the perfect tench dawn, cruising carp, visible chub and barbel on clean gravel and I've even visualised myself wading with a brook rod searching for trout. These are all ambitions for a later day and I am determined to make them come to fruition later in the season. Its just going to have to wait a bit that's all. However, today was momentous for a different reason and a memorable fishing ambition was accomplished. My grandson caught his first fish!
My lad and I took his boy Jaycob for his first jaunt and the anticipation was at fever pitch for the youngster, as you can well imagine. It hadn't started well though. The venue I'd picked for some 'easy mixed fishing' was shut - bugger! We opted for the pool on our syndicate estate as a slightly reluctant Plan B. Neither of us wanted him to be blooded with a carp but it was that or face the wrath of heading home without wetting a line.
I've had a couple of short visits here in the last month or so and have seen fish on the surface, bubbling and creating patches of silt yet have failed to register so much as a bite. Bearing this in mind things looked bleak without a single sign of a fish showing anywhere. Hey ho, in for a penny....
Jake kissed his fishing chair as we unloaded the car. He really does like his chair and sits on it almost exclusively at home, at least he did. Its now filthy.
I was off looking for fish when I heard an urgent cry and there he was, rod in hand and Neil running around him grabbing the net and offering instructions. By the time I had waddled back the fight was all but done and Jake had coped admirably - along with a forgiving rod and a lightly set clutch. The fish was soon in the net. Smiles all around and one very happy little 'un. Welcome to the fold.
|Can I touch it?|
Of course, the interest soon waned, the cold was felt and the trip was ended somewhat sooner than we expected but I am certain that this is just the first of a lifetime.