And I remember my father's beaming smile as I played my first fly caught trout at least as vividly as I remember my own son's barbaric yawp when he hooked his very first fish, a six inch pumpkinseed.
Fishing - fly fishing in particular I think - is tailor made for fathers and their sons. There's a learning curve: different ways to cast, knots to tie, rivers to wade, currents to master. Fathers are the teachers, sons are the students, and the outdoors is their classroom.
And all of this is mentioned by way of introduction.
Two weeks ago, Shawn took his son RJ to the Salmon River in western New York. Along for the ride was Tim Daughton and his son Holden. Two fathers - both Orvis employees - and their adolescent sons sharing the water, sharing their passion. Good to see ... really good to see.
Wading into the river, Shawn asked his son if he felt ready to do battle. RJ's Reply ... I feel like a warrior. Warrior indeed ... that switch rod is nearly three times the size of the boy. |
Who is holding who? Looks like the fish is smiling, and RJ is just wishing the photographer would do his job already. Good stuff regardless. |
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Great stuff! Is that the Wire Pool in the first pic?
Yep ... Wire Pool at the top end of the Upper Fly. If they couldn't get the kids into fish there ... then they've no business being on the river anyway.
Excellent! I have a post on my blog about fishing with my 9 year old little girl... doesn't get much better.
A couple of things... First, I love the name of your blog. Second, I found it on OBN. Third, hitting the "follow" button right now. =_)
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