Fishing with Grandpa

The boys and me were able to go fishing to grandpas special fishing hole on the last day of our trip in Washington. Grandpa is a member of a fishing club that leases out a small 3 acre pond in Ellensberg Washington.

For about two weeks before we left for Washington, I would get an occasional call from Scott. He was really excited about taking the boys fishing on this lake because it has some really good sized Rainbow Trout in there. Se with all of these high expectations, we went out on the water. Grandpa and I forgot about life jackets, so we did the appropriate thing and loaded the kids on the boat. We figured if one of the kids jumped in we'd be able to rescue them. Wasn't the brightest thing I've ever done, but we did come back with the three boys we set out with.

AJ did really well in the boat. He was a little afraid at first, but it quickly wore off as he was helping me reel in his first fish. It was about a 14 inch Rainbow which was the smallest fish Scott has caught or seen caught in this pond. A few moments later, Britten reeled in another fish on my rod. This one was much better. It was about 8 inches in size and again broke all of Scotts small trout records. Finally a little while later, I got a big hit on the pole. It tool a few minutes to get it to the boat. When we did, we weren't disappointed. It was one of those lunkers we had been wanting to catch. Unfortunately, it ended up breaking the line as Scott was trying to situate his pole, the boat motor, and the boys who all seemed to gravitate towards him. So we all saw the big one, but it ended up getting away. We figured it to be better than 30 inches and 12-15 pounds. Now, it is nothing more than a fish story.

Moments after this fish ran off with my lucky fly, Scott had a big hit. He reeled it in and found a pretty good sized Bluegil on his hook. I laughed because Scott was really talking this lake up. Then a while later, Scott hooked a decent trout and brought it in. The kids examined the fish and took a picture with it. Moments later, I caught another fish that wasn't quite as big as Scott's, but better than any of the fish I'd caught to that point. Then, we went back to shore and left back for Cashmere to do one last whitewater rafting trip.

Scott seemed disappointed in the trip but he was nice to take us. The boys loved hanging with their grandpa no matter how the fishing was whether good or bad, big or small. These boys are lucky to have such great grandparents in their life on both sides of the family. Not everyone is that lucky.