Over the time I’ve been writing these columns, you may have noticed most stories revolve around myself, my oldest son and/or my father. My youngest son hasn’t caught the fishing fever that was passed on from my father to me, and from me to my oldest. Every now and then, I can help my youngest make up his mind that fishing for a couple hours would be a good idea.
Recently, I convinced him that fishing would be a good idea and we would do something different — fish for bass or hybrids. He was intrigued by catching bass since we normally don’t fish primarily fresh brackish water.
I haven’t fished freshwater since I was 17 in Nebraska for the summer, and even then I fished for them like trout and redfish, since I didn’t know any different. I watch bass fishing on TV and Youtube when I run out of inshore fishing shows and videos, so I have an idea about it — but I’m not the most confident.
This trip wasn’t about catching the biggest bass or winning a tournament, it was about spending time with my youngest away from everyday stress, struggles and distractions. With that said, I did want him to catch a bass so next time I have a “good” idea, he will go along with it.
A friend from work had been catching a mess of bass, hybrids and bream. We trade some spots and baits, so he told me where to fish and on what. So my youngest and I stopped by Walmart, grabbed some baits and drinks, and headed for some creeks and rivers.
We arrived at the creek, and my son threw a spinner bait. I threw a Vortex Shad Blazing Hornet on a 1/4-ounce jig head. We slowly worked the bank. He was throwing at pockets in the reeds, and I was throwing across the other side and working the drop-off. I worked the shad as if I was fishing for redfish, and I tried to help him work the spinner bait.
On his 10th cast (roughly), I heard, “Dad, I have something.” I looked over to see his rod bent and his line moving. He landed a largemouth bass. I couldn’t believe that quick he had one in the boat. I called Mr. Parker from work and thanked him for the info, as my youngest had caught a bass. Now that he had caught a largemouth, he wanted to catch a hybrid. We snapped a pic and released the bass to fight another day.
On my very next cast on the opposite bank, I hooked up. I landed it and wasn’t sure which form of bass it was. I called Mr. Parker back, and he tried explaining and then sent me a link to a website to help me. Apparently, there are three bass around here that are all similar to the striper, and all have different regulations to go with them. I had no intention of keeping the fish, but was just curious what we were catching.
Now that we caught a hybrid and a largemouth, my son wanted to catch a bream and then head home. I didn’t have anything in the boat to target panfish, so we just threw what we had rigged already.
We worked about another mile down the bank. Both of us decided it was fun, but we wanted to make our way toward the ramp, since we had a 30-minute ride ahead of us. We only caught those two fish, but we had just as much fun as if we were going to win a tournament.
I look forward to helping him make up his mind in the future and being able to write and tell more stories about him.