Bread Dough And Bluegills

Bread Dough And Bluegills by Ken McBroom
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Take a close look at the image insert. Notice the cheeks red from the sun and lips stretched with a smile. Anyone observing this image can plainly see this smile wasn’t forced, like the ones on the more expensive family photos. Young Mr. Garrett Bear loves his computer games just as much as any other boy but mention a fishing trip and he is ready to go. Garrett began his fishing adventures, in the small water retention ponds scattered throughout his home town of Indianapolis. Bread dough and Bluegills was the beginning but eventually Garrett added several species, baits and techniques to his angling experiences to include one large Carp, a story he must tell, I will attempt to pursued him to write the story of the giant carp for Water and Woods someday.

We all know the attention span of a young person is short, at best, so one must prepare the young angler for success filled with action. These two ingredients, early on, equals hooked on fishing for life. It is important to nurture the beginning stages of a young persons fishing adventures in order to build their confidence and patience. Some people can throw a plastic worm or spinner bait for hours without a hint of a strike. A young person needs to feel the rewards of their actions much sooner. We who are seasoned anglers know by now that there are very large bass or catfish lurking about and we are willing to sling a big lure at the banks for hours or sit idle for massive amounts of time in the dark with a giant shad at the end of our line in anticipation of a 40 pound blue cat. Most young people either can not or will not develop the patience needed, without the proper guidance, for that type of fishing. Kids need to learn the basics first and they need to catch fish and lots of them. With time they will learn that there are other fish out there and slowly build up enough patience to pursue them.

Young Garrett learned a valuable lesson of patience from his sister, who by the way is a great angler in her own right. The two of them were fishing from the bank on Lake Barkley in Tennessee. Garrett had given up on the fishing and was proclaiming loudly the devastating news that there were absolutely no fish in Lake Barkley. I could here Garrett on all the way in remote Alaska as I was talking with his Mom on the phone. During the impatient rants and raves in the background Kayla, Garrett’s sister, was suddenly on the phone informing me that there were fish in that lake because she could see them swimming but that her fishing pole was messed up and little brother would not allow her to use his, which had been cast aside in trade for skipping rocks.

“Kayla.” I said.

“Yes Kenneth.” She responded.

“I want you to grab your brother’s fishing pole and go down to that lake and prove to him that the fish are still there.”

“Ok Kenneth.” She responded.

Finally the phone conversation resumed. It wasn’t long however before I heard a little girl screaming in the background and at first thought Kayla had fallen in the lake but soon realized she had a fish on and a good one. She played the fish to the bank. Garrett watched in amazement as Mommy pulled the 12-inch Crappie from the fish less waters of Lake Barkley. The excitement is indescribable. Pandemonium was breaking out on the banks of Lake Barkley. When the dust settled and the picture was taken things seemed to mellow out. Of course now Garrett was fishing like a wild man possessed as Mommy fixed Kayla’s pole so that she could continue. This gave Kayla time to personally inform me that there were too fish in Lake Barkley and that she knew there had to be. She gave me a lesson on catching crappie. Where to cast the bobber, how deep the bait was from the bobber. She even told me how to know when you were about to get a bite by watching how your bobber was leaning. These were all good lessons that I could use and of course I told her so. I really believe Garrett learned a lesson that day and was speechless about the success of his little sister. Garrett now shows much more patience and catches many more fish because of it. He especially enjoys Cat fishing at night and shows great patience as he watches his watch and becomes more giddy as the minutes roll passed his bedtime. He also enjoys listening to the owls, his favorite bird.

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