Caprock Canyons  - WE WENT FISHING!!!

 

     My boy is a little older now and a little more patient. So we tried fishing again. Before, all he would do is throw his line in the water and reel it in. Which is all well and good unless you are fishing with a bobber, and a earthworm. I ended up having to just put small pieces of worm on his hook just so he wouldn’t waste them. I never was able to fish with keeping his hook bated and helping him get unsnagged. But even though, I wanted him to get the experience of what I did growing up. My doesn’t like fishing but he took me anyway. I loved it…. Growing up summers at my grandpas farm he had a stocked pond of catfish. It was great! When we were not getting alfalfa out of the fields or green beans or corn or even the dreaded chopping cotton. We could go fishing in the pond. Sometimes we would go swimming in it but the fish did like to nibble on you. It never hurt, just caught you by surprise. Some of the girls would scream. Was kind of funny…

 

My son is not a patient kid, and with fishing patience is something you need. Pretty much goes hand and hand. But being older he did do better that he has in the past. Caught a couple perch, mostly bluegill and sunfish. The really cool part was, this trip was his first time to catch a fish and he caught 7. I was really proud of him! He was having so much fun I was thinking YES!!!! I have my fishing buddy!! Not to say I don’t enjoy fishing with my wife. But there’s just something about fishing with your boy that hits you in the softspot. It may even bring a tear to your eye…

 

 That’s until the fish quit biting and 20 minutes later, he gets board. Next thing you know he is in the water. Did we bring hi swimming trunks? No we didn’t… because we didn’t want him to get in the water. Fat chance. He’s in.  But dad I will only get in the water up to my knees. (He’s in shorts) I promise… Fine only to your knees. Oops, dad I got my shorts wet. Ok son, don’t get them soaked. Oops, dad I’m soaked. There’s a point when you’re like… Huh…. Whatever, just don’t scare the fish.

 

   It was the heat of the day....

 

Hours go by and all I caught was a few perch. They said they stock the lake but I am beginning to wonder. It wasn’t just me; I didn’t see anyone really catching anything. But of course… the worst day fishing is still better that best day of work. It wasn’t until my wife’s patience started to run out that I got worried. I kept thinking any minute now she’s going to start begging to go and my fun day will be over.

 Any minute now….    Aaaany minute now….   Nope, she never did.  My wife is a trooper. She just sat there in the hot sun and while I fished away.

I have to say I’m lucky dude! Most girls would have whined and complained until we left. Not to say it doesn’t go both ways. I have spent many a hours in the craft stores just following her around. But I don’t mind walking “behind” her. If you knowhata mean? It’s a great view back there.

  ….Its like two kittens wrestling under a blanket. Oh yeah!! 

 

By the end of the day, about dusk, I did catch a couple of small catfish. They fought like they just drank a red bull. Almost didn’t want to real them in just to feel the fight. I did let them go, against my belly’s judgment. Next time they wont be so lucky.

 

It’s actually a pretty nice place, and not a bad little lake.  People are friendly and the park rangers are cool, It’s not expensive to get into the park. It is a good place to take the family and get out of the city.

 

Watch for Rattlers…!!!