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This past Friday, I was called to the phone. The caller asked if he could come by to fish our ponds awhile. It took me about one short second to make that momentous decision. It was a perfect warm and sunny afternoon and I was kind of tired of being locked up in the shop making gunleather. Yup, I said it...tired!
Along about 15 minutes or so, my neighbors youngest boy, an almost 8 year old, came riding in on his quad, with fishpole and tackle box. The next two hours were spent trying to catch "Bubba" who is our resident king size large mouth bass. The boy caught a half dozen 2 pounders (and released them) on spin baits. Ole' Bubba could be seen navigating close to the shoreline and I knew if the boy got this 4-5 pounder on the hook, he would promptly have one less spin bait. He was fishing with very light tackle. I put a favorite spoon on my rig and let him try his luck with it.
All of a sudden, WHAM! Bubba was now a "flying fish" and the boy laughed and geehawed while he tried to land the fish. It was truly a sight to behold. Mrs. Oldflatfoot heard the commotion too. She called out to learn what was happening and the boy replied repeatedly..."I got him...I caught Bubba".
His birthday is coming up. I noticed he didn't have much of a selection of tackle in his box, or a knife. If his Dad approves of it, he will have plenty for his 8th. birthday. I haven't had that much fun in years.
Cheers;
Lefty
Along about 15 minutes or so, my neighbors youngest boy, an almost 8 year old, came riding in on his quad, with fishpole and tackle box. The next two hours were spent trying to catch "Bubba" who is our resident king size large mouth bass. The boy caught a half dozen 2 pounders (and released them) on spin baits. Ole' Bubba could be seen navigating close to the shoreline and I knew if the boy got this 4-5 pounder on the hook, he would promptly have one less spin bait. He was fishing with very light tackle. I put a favorite spoon on my rig and let him try his luck with it.
All of a sudden, WHAM! Bubba was now a "flying fish" and the boy laughed and geehawed while he tried to land the fish. It was truly a sight to behold. Mrs. Oldflatfoot heard the commotion too. She called out to learn what was happening and the boy replied repeatedly..."I got him...I caught Bubba".
His birthday is coming up. I noticed he didn't have much of a selection of tackle in his box, or a knife. If his Dad approves of it, he will have plenty for his 8th. birthday. I haven't had that much fun in years.
Cheers;
Lefty
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