On Friday night at the lake we headed out on the boat shortly before Calder's bedtime. Calder wanted to go fishing.
Out on the lake Calder made a few terrific casts. It is amazing how quickly he has caught on to how the fishing rod works. Once he had reeled in his line those few times, he put his rod down and asked, "When are we going to catch a fish?" His lure doesn't have a hook on it. He is good, but not any where near having a hook good :-)
My brother, Luke, started goading Hugh and I about who would catch the first fish. I enjoy fishing but have NO clue about it. We found a spot and took a few casts. Apparently, Luke parked in the wrong spot. Calder pointed to the west and told Uncle Luke, "The fish are over there." Luke immediately started the motor and got us trolling in that direction.
I asked how much line to put out. They laughed and said it didn't matter. Then I realized I didn't have a fishing license. I told Luke and Hugh that if a conservation officer came over, I was just holding Calder's rod. They laughed. Then they told me I was on my own.
Then, much to everyone's surprise, I caught a fish.
I was so shocked, I kept repeating, "You guys, I caught a fish." They hustled in their lines as they both responded, "Yes, Jord. I know."
Catching that fish was hard work. My arm was getting tired. I started complaining about it. Then I started complaining about my Dad's backward fishing. His reel is set-up left handed (and no, my Dad is NOT left handed). I was holding it upside down so I could use my right. This mean I was reeling it in backwards. Just when I was seriously considering figuring out a way to flip the rod to give my left arm a go at it, the fish was at the boat. I, still seated, couldn't see my catch at first, but I could hear Hugh and Luke's reactions as they leaned over the side of the boat. They swore. Then Luke may have even said, "That is the biggest Jack I have seen pulled out of this lake." (He actually did say that, but was quick to deny it when I was bragging up my catch on shore)
The boys considered releasing it. In fact Luke was lowering it into the water when I screamed, "NOOOOOO. . . . ." I was seriously so proud of that thing, I needed a picture with it.
When we put in in the live well it when belly up. There was quite the struggle to get the hook out. It made me feel a bit less greedy wanting to keep it. Turns out we wouldn't have been able to release it anyways.
Here it is. My 8 pound Jackfish.