It’s been a while since the three of us have gotten out to go smallmouth fishing, which is Dustin’s fish of choice, plenty of action to keep a six year old’s attention span.
Having shown us how it was done, Dustin was stoked to reeling them in fast and furious, but it was not to be.
More navigation orders ensued and we moved on to the rock pile that last summer yielded a “monster” bass for Gary..
However , although Gary did catch one..
it would hardly be classified a monster.
The most unusual catch of the day, and one I have never seen before, happened as we were trolling over another rock pile which were somewhat deeper than the first. Dustin decided that the orange colored wobbler would do the trick and would get down to the rocks in good shape, which it did as he predicted. It wasn’t long before he shouted out that he had a bite. What he caught was amazing , I have never seen it happen before…
a freshwater clam.
What were the chances of that?
Our fishing trip had to be cut short because of a birthday party that Dustin was attending. On our way back to the launch, with the late morning sun shining in full force, we had a chance to reflect on our bassin’ trip and how really precious times like this are.
Now if I can only get him to tie into one of those landlocked salmon that are lurking in the deep holes of the lake.
I’m working on it…..
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