The funny thing is, Kyle doesn't like and simply won't bait his own hook, at least not with maggots, mealworms, red worms, butterworms, or chicken livers. I have seen him hook his own line with some sort of prepackaged bait, salmon eggs and he's a big fan of the spinner when fishing for trout. Aside from that, he leans on me or dad to hook him up, so to speak.
Kyle also won't unhook a freshly reeled fish. He doesn't like touching the slimy, slippery skin and its pointy scales and teeth. Forget ever asking Kyle to help scale and gut the fish. NOPE! I've tried having him help me once, and I thought he was going to puke. He did a halfway job and I had to finish thoroughly cleaning his fish for him. He told dad next time he'll try and help us. I'm not holding my breath.
Kyle does enjoy the thrill a fish nibbling on the hook and the tugging of the line ever so slightly; the feeling of knowing there is a fish interested in his bait; and the possibility of a huge catch. Everyone loves that! He gets so excited with the exhilaration of fighting the mystery fish and then finding out the species, and of course, the size of the catch. This information is only used for later story telling on Kyle's behalf. He could careless about the meat he's bringing to the table.
Kyle also eats fish, which I am so glad! This past weekend, my sister was home, so mom fried us up the freshly caught catfish from Saturday. Total, we probably caught about twenty small to medium sized catfish, mixture of bullhead and channel cats. None of them were the size you see on television, whereas they needed to be picked up by two or three people. Nope, these were pretty manageable for a single person. Enough for a good meal.
On Saturday morning, we got up early. How early? I was up around 5:30 am and I woke sleeping beauty around 6:30 am, dad was up well before me, 4:00 am. We packed the boat and headed out to Loyalhanna Lake, getting on the water by 8:00 am. We wanted to get out earlier and be at our spot by then, but it was raining pretty good and it took us longer to get situated. Dad's not as fast in his later years, not like when I was a kid.
Yes, it was raining and we still wanted to go fishing. Dad is no stranger to fishing in any sort of weather, even if it's a cold, bone chilling rain. Dad is, or I used to say was, as die hard about fishing as he is hunting. It did drizzle on us a little, but no monsoon was in the forecast. Personally, I was fine with that, it wasn't too cold, it was cloudy so the sun wasn't directly hitting me and making me sick, and the bugs were kept at bay from the rain. Win, win all around! Like I said, perfect day to go fishing!
I've been fishing since I was little. All of us fished except surprisingly, mom. Ryan loved to fish too, often going by himself when friends and family where working or busy.
As we were casting our lines, I noticed...
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