After spending most of yesterday and this morning working on my Master's classes, I decided I had earned a break. So we packed up the car with the diaper bag and set out for a nice drive following the morning rain. As luck would have it, we ended up at a spot that has been known to hold some willing fish, and a rigged-up rod had made its way into the trunk.
This was the first time taking my 13-month old son fishing, and I was just hoping to catch a fish and get a picture of him with it. The water was cold, high and murky after all of the rain we've had recently, and after 25 minutes without a bump, I was worried the plan wasn't going to materialize. Just when I was about ready to give in and call it a day, I felt a thump and hooked up with a little bass. I was nervous to see how my little fishing buddy would respond to seeing his first fish, but he wasn't shy at all.
We spent about 10 more minutes and were rewarded with my son's first bluegill. Once again, he was eager to touch this new thing that was presented to him.
Pictures taken, we packed it back up and hit the road for home, with my little fishing buddy babbling and talking non-stop in the back. No doubt he was working on telling his first fishing tale and adding a few inches to his catches.