Walleye Fishing Forum - Blogs - jack_forum https://community.walleye.com/blogs/jack_forum/ This is a discussion forum about walleye fishing with emphasis on Lake Erie and the Great Lakes. en Sat, 16 May 2026 04:05:05 GMT vBulletin 60 https://community.walleye.com/images/misc/rss.jpg Walleye Fishing Forum - Blogs - jack_forum https://community.walleye.com/blogs/jack_forum/ Fishing With Father https://community.walleye.com/members/jack_forum/438-fishing-father.html Tue, 21 Apr 2015 03:43:52 GMT It’s 4:30 in the morning and I feel like my eyes are glued open. I’ve been waiting for this weekend for over two months, and it’s finally... It’s 4:30 in the morning and I feel like my eyes are glued open. I’ve been waiting for this weekend for over two months, and it’s finally here. I know my father will be down in just a few minutes to wake me up, but it’s all I can do to keep laying here pretending to be asleep. Finally I give in to the urge and jump out of bed. My father is standing in my doorway, the hint of a smile appearing on his lips before he gives me a slight nod and turns away.
Hastily I grab the clothes I laid out the night before and throw them on, rushing down the hall and pulling on my shoes at the same time. I launch myself into the kitchen to find two brown paper bags, each containing two ham biscuits, which I grab on the way through. I find my father again, gathering up tackle and inspecting the fishing rods and reels. As I watch, he grabs the two Piscifun baitcasting fishing reels that are his favorites and adds them to the others we will take with us.
After what seems like an eternity, we are finally ready to go. We reach our favorite fishing spot just in time to watch the sun rise over the distant horizon, and the first rays pierce the light fog dancing just above the water. We walk down a short trail to the water’s edge where there are two large rocks perfect for sitting and fishing.
My father inspects fishing the poles one last time, then equips each one with a shiny, new fishing hook. From there he takes out a tub of night crawlers, opens it, and sets it between us. I watch him take out one of the plump worms and work it around on his hook, and I try to do the same with mine. It doesn’t turn out as good, but I am proud the worm doesn’t go flying off when I cast my line into the water, and out of the corner of my eye I can see my father nod in approval. I puff out my chest just a little and reach for my other pole when I see the bobber on my first line briefly dip below the water.
Dropping the other pole, I ever so gently pick up the pole I have in the water, being careful I don’t send any tremors down my line to warn the fish away. A minute passes. I am focusing so intently on the bobber I notice every detail down to the single drop of water clinging to my line, the sun reflecting tiny prismatic lights through it. It dips again, quickly and lightly; just a nibble. I restrain my mounting excitement and hold my rod steady. Another minute passes. Then two. Just as I’m thinking the fish decided against taking my bait, the bobber disappears completely under the water!
I jerk my rod up and feel it snag the fish. At the same time, my arms are jerked out in front of me as the fish fights back. Before I know it, I’m standing shin deep in one of the oxbows of the mighty Mississippi, along the border of Tennessee, having the most ferocious fight with a fish in my life, and it’s all being witnessed by my father. I see him out of the corner of my eye start to get up to come help me, but I spare a quick second to wave him away. I got this.
After another fifteen or twenty minutes my arms feel like gelatin, water is up to my knees, and I’m sweating profusely. I know this is a big fish on my line, but the reel I’m using isn’t the best and I don’t know if it can get the job done. My father has grabbed the fishing net and is standing patiently beside me. With one final heave I bring the fish closer, it’s now within five feet or so of where we are standing. My father lunges forward and scoops it up in the net. Relieved I can finally release the tension in my arms, I glance into the net and see the biggest bigmouth bass I’ve ever seen!
Back on the shore, my father untangles the bass from the net and holds it out to me. I hold it up while he takes a picture. “You did well, son,” he says, “I think you earned this.” In his hand he is holding out one of his Piscifun baitcasting reels. My father is a man of few words, but in this instance, none were needed. I took the offered reel, baited it, and continued fishing, occasionally glancing at the huge bass in our wire fishing trap, then back to my new fishing reel. I had never felt so proud.
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]]> jack_forum https://community.walleye.com/members/jack_forum/438-fishing-father.html My 1st Largemouth Bass https://community.walleye.com/members/jack_forum/437-1st-largemouth-bass.html Mon, 20 Apr 2015 01:14:27 GMT It was a long sunny day, I could hear the other kids from the block playing and shouting. Across the street, indigenous music is been played loudly... It was a long sunny day, I could hear the other kids from the block playing and shouting. Across the street, indigenous music is been played loudly by Mr stilinski from his old and condemned speakers. Several times petitions have been written the county police restraining Mr Stilinski from playing his ambiguous music this loud which often disturbs the peace of others.
I tossed and turned on my bed, the sheets almost half way to the floor, all I wish is to go to sleep but sleep seems so far-fetched thanks to the kids and Mr stilinski! My own thoughts are also a contributing factor to my lack of sleep, for some time now I have always wanted to try the new fishing equipment, Dad brought home 5 nights ago, I saw the case but could not make out the name, my dad knowing me for who me for who I am, immediately locked the fishing equipment up in the attic.
Still tossing and turning, I heard my dad’s truck on the curb, even if I am sleeping and my dad returns home with his truck, I would know; my room is directly over the garage so I know the sound of the engine like my heartbeat. Gathering my straying mind, My dad knocked on my room door and walked in, he kissed me on the forehead and said Dave, I’ve got a surprise for you and I looked into his eyes inquisitively without saying a word; He gave me the keys to the attic and told me get the fishing equipment he just bought, he said we were going fishing. I could not contain my Joy, I was literally flying towards the attic to get the equipment, unlocking the attic I searched around for the box and found it on the extreme end, unwrapping the box I found one of the sleekest fishing reels I have ever seen. On the box I saw some name like Piscifun, took me a minute to figure it out, nevertheless, what matters the most is I’m going fishing with my dad with the sleekest fishing reels ever.
Dashing back to my dad who was already unloading some boxes from the truck; my dad collected the equipment from me and placed it in the rear passenger seat and told me to get in, my joy knew no bounds finally my wishes were coming to reality. I always thought was just about getting on the boat, go out on the water, throw the line and wait for the fish to bite. I took another look at the Piscifun reel and smiled, I can’t to see how it works, and this was going to be fun.
I was very concerned about getting on the boat and getting to feel the movement of the water, I’ve read and heard stories of people going on their 1st fishing expedition and they got sick and throwing up, I promised myself that would ever happen to me.
We arrived at the shore and walked to the pier with our fishing equipment where the boats are stationed. We walked on the coast and could see the surfers utilizing the waves. There were restaurants and loads of tourist in them enjoying the ocean, you could smell the delicious seafood that was being cooked, I almost had a hunger attack.
As we moved closer to the pier, we could see a lot of other people coming to fish arriving as well. I tried looking for who as the same fishing reel as us but could not find anyone; I gave up and saw my dad exchanging pleasantries with another man, my dad said he owned one of the restaurants on the coast line.
Finally we got to the pier and I saw other people pushing wooden carts filled with their fishing equipment. I asked my dad if he had one of these. He said “of course” It is something every fisher must have because it would be very difficult to carry the equipment by hand unless he/she is fishing in a stream.
We located our boat and it had my middle name inscribed on it “Wade”, I could not believe it, my dad named his boat after me, I looked at him with admiration and looked me in with eyes filled with love and smiled at me. Our boat was on a cart and I saw my dad unload another box into the boat which contains cheese, bread, fruits, newspapers, beans and off we went into the middle of the lake.
The boat stopped and my dad prepared the reel with bait, it seemed complicated but casting was easy, suddenly there was tug and I screamed, there was a live creature on our line. We were actually fishing; I was pumped with adrenaline and so anxious to see what was on our line, I tried pulling but it was much heavier than I could handle, my dad helped in pulling and to my greatest surprise, my dad pulled out one of the Largemouth Bass fishes I’ve ever seen, it dangles and fought for freedom but it was trapped for life then my dad said we had to let it go because we had no need for it; I was unhappy for a moment but reverted realizing my wishes for days just came through which was fishing with my dad and trying out the new reel.
We tried fishing some more but caught nothing for hours after eating and talking for some time, we decided to go home in defeat but I would never forget this day; the day I caught my first Largemouth Bass.
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