Dad to the Rescue

Hi fellow fishers! The other day I was fishing on a pond at a golf course (of course with permission). I was fly fishing actually! I had had no luck, because the fish were still deep for winter. I was kind of shocked that they were still down deep, but then again if I were a fish I would probably be down deep in the warmer water! I was there for only about seven minutes when during a cast, my forty dollar’s worth of flies and fly tackle box flew out of my sweat shirt pocket and into the water! At first I thought it was a turtle, then my dad’s phone! But then it clicked that it was my tackle box! I needed my tackle box and flies for a big trip coming up (checkout my next blog for the pre-Colorado trip)! My flies and tackle box were floating away! And my dad’s favorite fly (a small frog popper) came unhooked off the tackle box and was also floating away! My dad knew I wanted and needed those, so in his caky slacks grabbed my hand and lowered me over the water slowly like a crane! I was able to grab the tackle box full of all the flies but the frog popper without getting wet! I was so excited that I turned around too quick, and slipped on mud and slid into the pond! My dad pulled me out, then hooked the frog popper with my fly rod! We recovered all my tackle with a pair of wet socks! After changing into dry socks, the first thought that popped into my mind was: “what a blog this story will make!” Well anyways, my dad saved the day!       

As a thanks to my dad for teaching me how to fish at the age of three, and for saving me many times, I posted these old throwback photos. Love you dad!

See you next time on Hudson’s Fishing Adventures!