Connor's First Fishing Trip!

This post is from dad.

(a very proud dad at that)

I decided to take the day off from work and take Connor on his first fishing trip along with grandpa Jensen and my cousin's boy John (who is 13). The day goes as follows:

Of course I have slacked this year in buying my hunting and fishing license so we needed to be up early and get to Wal-Mart and meet grandpa at 8:00. Well, see, when you tell a five year old that we are going fishing in the morning, the five year old does not sleep very well.

I woke at 5:30 to get ready for the day and to gather my fishing gear (that sadly I have not used in quite some time). I showered and got dressed and went to round up my gear. When I came back in the house around 6:00 there was Connor standing in the living room with the biggest grin on his face.

Since Connor was up so early we had some time to kill before we had to pick up John and get to Wal-Mart, we sat around, ate breakfast and Connor kept asking, "when can we go dad?" After several excited, "when can we go?" dads' we loaded the gear and picked up John. We drove to Wal-mart and I got my long over due licenses, we went over to the fishing pole rack and choose a fishing pole that had Connor written all over it. He chose his pole and like a kid on Christmas morning he carried his pole with the pride of a first time father to the cashier. Connor was the newest and proudest owner of a brand new fishing pole.
We met up with grandpa Jensen around 7:45 and we all headed up to Sand Creek. Connor and I were just behind a big enough bush that we could not see grandpa and John. I set up Connor's pole with a worm and marshmallow and cast it into the water. I had to reline my pole and I didn't even get the line half way off when I looked over and saw Connor's pole just a bouncing.

Connor started to scream...yes I said scream. I told Connor to get his pole and start reeling it in. This was a sight to see since Connor has never reeled in a fish before. John came over to see what all the excitement was about and then started to coach Connor on how to land his fish.
Connor was so PROUD of his first fish.
The rest of the fishing trip I had to take a lot of bragging between Connor and John at how they were out fishing me. They both ended up catching 7 fish and both lost 5 or 6 more to my measly 4 fish. It was so fun to take Connor on his first fishing trip that I think I will do it again....and again.... and again....well you get the picture.

I think I created a monster....a fishing monster. Fishing is all Connor has talked about for a week and when can we go again. Thanks grandpa for teaching me to love fishing so I can pass it along to Connor.

Way to go Connor!
I am proud of you!