When I was a kid I pulled catfish and bream out of a pond by my house with a cane pole after school, frequently. Since then, most of the fishing I've done has been with my father-in-law, and it's all been fun. The Chattahoochee River and Lake Lanier are both about 2 miles from my house. It seems like such a waste of opportunity not to fish them, but I keep putting it off. This weekend my in-laws are in town for Easter and I was sufficiently motivated to get into it.
We got up late, did a little shopping, spent forever getting our licenses and got down to business around 2:00 at Richland Creek Shoals, or whatever it's called, some shoal just south of where Richland Creek joins the Chattahoochee, north of Hwy 20.
My father-in-law fished. My kids fished. I spent a few hours learning how to cast my new baitcasting reel without backlashing every time. I'm pretty sure I'm still not doing it right, but I figured it out well enough to get by. Still, I didn't catch anything. My father-in-law did though.
His first trout ever.
We had to leave, just as we were getting the hang of it. Maybe tomorrow.
sweet trout, looks dinner sized!
ReplyDeletetoo weird man, in lieu of any sort of half-decent singletrack in our area, i have taken up fishing as well! even though i have all my dad's old baitcasters, i have never been proficient with them, spincast all the way!