dinosaur tracks
it can't all be about fishing
see?
pretty creek on a nature preserve - all catch and release
Erin's hooked up on my Former 2070
I think she's having fun yet
we caught a whole bunch of these
Allie's turn
and a few of these
fish of the day
hey, your sister's trying to fish there
when Taylor's relatives come to visit from Honolulu, they spend most of their time pushing a grocery cart in the local supermarket - they're just in awe of the grocery stores here - and the prices.
When it comes to shopping, my family is like that just about anywhere from VA to CA. My daughter with a recent catch of pacific threadfin (moi) and rock cod (po'o pa'a) The girl was born with sand between her toes:
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OK, time to fess up.
While we had a Great morning, it wasn't all rosy.
Erin caught the first fish. Then they all played in a little run (I got to fish a little more).
At the next spot, Erin slipped on the muddy bank and cried for the next half-hour while the other girls were trying to fish - wanting to go home, etc.
I came up with the rescue plan - OK, let's move down the creek to the next spot. Erin, do you want to use the hiking staff so you won't slip? That was all it took - if she could play with the hiking staff, all tears ended.
At the last spot, I had to carry Erin across some fairly swift pocket water (had the staff adjusted for me again at that point). This was to get to the side pool where Erin was swimming. That was where I caught the big cichlid.
Then they got busy carving their initials in a fallen cypress tree and I got to fish down the finger creek. The impending rain brought me back up, and Taylor had cut herself with the carving knife (I had a first aid kit - something else that fits in a shoulder bag).
The final trump card - there was a Go Lean chocolate bar in each fishing bag.
The rain was coming down hard and was moving from the upstream direction, so it was time to get out of the creek in case the water rose.
We crossed and climbed to the high trail to head back the half-mile in the rain, stopping at the gazebo (and bathrooms).
For the 30-minute drive home, we were following an RV doing 45 mph in the rain, Erin was crying and fighting with Allie over space in the back seat.
Yep, it was a perfect morning - being a Dad is Great.
Ah Yes, Remind the girls of this when they are about 30. Their memories will differ a little from yours, but you can look back and have a good laugh. My daughter and I reminise a couple of times a years about this type of things and it's great. Dan
That reminds me of when my daughter was younger. She was my best fishing buddy! Now she's married and lives a thousand miles away. I only get to see her a couple of times a year.
These are great photos. And those smiles are beautiful...except for the bearded guy of course.
Hopefully one day when your daughters are grown adults you will have the chance to share these memories with them. When our daughter looks at photos of our fishing trips together when she was a youngster, the gleam in her eyes is unmistakable.
