03-14-2009, 04:26 AM
Hello all,
Well, I got home from the ISE at about 7pm (Thanks for the tickets theangler), and as soon as I walked in the door my 4 year old son, Wyatt, came running up to me and met me at the door. He had tears in his eye, and said I was supposed to be home when he got home from pre school. Then he said, "Daddy, when you weren't home I thought you went back to the war." Holly crap!!! I got all choked up because I haven’t told the kids that I am heading back to Iraq in Aug yet. My wife and I think its best to wait until we have 100% final orders in hand before we tell them, its not worth telling them and getting them all worked up if there is a SMALL chance for something to get canceled. Anyway, my wife told him that I was out with a friend at the "hunting show" and I would be back soon, but the boy didn't believe her.
Well, all choked up and with tears welling up in my eyes I loaded him in the truck, grabbed a couple poles, and we headed out to Willard Bay for some special father/son time. Wyatt was WIDE EYED and excited as heck about this spontaneous fishing trip. While in the truck he started jamin' out to the radio, dancing in his car seat, and talked and talked and talked and won't stop TALKING!!!! LOL
When we got to the N. Marina, I was in awe at the amount of open water. The ice has backed off the mouth of the marina at least 30 feet and opens up even more to the north. The ice has also back out all the way to the island that is off of Pelican beach. Tomorrow, my wife is working and I get the kids all day, (sigh, worry, stress) so we are going to take out the boat in the afternoon and check out the depth of the water in the open areas and might even wet a line or four.
Anyway, Wyatt really wanted to play on the beach and try to catch a fish, so we walked down the beach and I casted a ratt-l-trap out for him so he could reel it in. The only problem was he wanted to play on the beach and try to catch a fish at the same darn time... So after I explained that he could play in the sand OR try to catch a fish, and I got the knots out of the spinning reel, he decided to catch him a "BIGGGGGG fishy". I said, "okay, you show daddy how to do it." No sooner did I get those words out of my mouth, and ZZZZING the drag started going on his little ugly stick. I looked up from my pole and saw his rod almost come out of his little hands. He was screaming, "I GOT 'EM DAD!!! I GOT HIM" I ran over to him after dropping my brand new Abu-Garcia in the sand and he kept trying to hand me the pole. I told him to reel and keep the rod tip up, but sure enough he dropped the rod tip down, putting slack in the line and lost the fish...
He reeled up the line the rest of the way and sure enough, no fish. He was pissed and I mean pissed! He started crying like I have never seen him cry before. This little 4 year old, stomped all the way back up the beach and to the truck and when he got there, he told me to hurry up it was time to go. I tried to get him to try again, but no way, he was so mad he just wanted to leave.
The whole way home he just sat there in his seat sobbing and muttering under his breath, "stupid fish, I don't like fishing."
Holly cow!!! This kids got me tearing up again...![[Image: sad.gif]](http://www.bigfishtackle.com/images/gforum/sad.gif)
It just broke my heart. So about half way home, I asked him if he wanted to try again tomorrow. He told me, "No!" in that pouty/snappy tone that kids get when their upset. I told him that we could take the boat and look for THAT fish and get him back for letting the hook go.
Well, that did it, just the mention of going out in the boat rekindled the motivation to go fishing. "You mean it daddy? Can we use the boat to look for him!?!?" I told him we could, and he wouldn't stop talking about it the rest of the way home. In fact when we got back home to Roy, he went straight to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, got his jammies on, grabbed a book, came down stairs, and said, "I'm ready for night-night". It was bedtime, I told him he did a good job getting ready for bed so fast, but it was a shock that he did this since I never told him to get ready for bed. So I asked him why he got ready for bed so fast (and without a fight I might add), he to me that he needed sleep so he could get up early and find that naughty fishy.![[Image: happy.gif]](http://www.bigfishtackle.com/images/gforum/happy.gif)
That made me 
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Boy, if I don't get that kid into some fish tomorrow I'll never live it down...
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Well, I got home from the ISE at about 7pm (Thanks for the tickets theangler), and as soon as I walked in the door my 4 year old son, Wyatt, came running up to me and met me at the door. He had tears in his eye, and said I was supposed to be home when he got home from pre school. Then he said, "Daddy, when you weren't home I thought you went back to the war." Holly crap!!! I got all choked up because I haven’t told the kids that I am heading back to Iraq in Aug yet. My wife and I think its best to wait until we have 100% final orders in hand before we tell them, its not worth telling them and getting them all worked up if there is a SMALL chance for something to get canceled. Anyway, my wife told him that I was out with a friend at the "hunting show" and I would be back soon, but the boy didn't believe her.
Well, all choked up and with tears welling up in my eyes I loaded him in the truck, grabbed a couple poles, and we headed out to Willard Bay for some special father/son time. Wyatt was WIDE EYED and excited as heck about this spontaneous fishing trip. While in the truck he started jamin' out to the radio, dancing in his car seat, and talked and talked and talked and won't stop TALKING!!!! LOL
When we got to the N. Marina, I was in awe at the amount of open water. The ice has backed off the mouth of the marina at least 30 feet and opens up even more to the north. The ice has also back out all the way to the island that is off of Pelican beach. Tomorrow, my wife is working and I get the kids all day, (sigh, worry, stress) so we are going to take out the boat in the afternoon and check out the depth of the water in the open areas and might even wet a line or four.
Anyway, Wyatt really wanted to play on the beach and try to catch a fish, so we walked down the beach and I casted a ratt-l-trap out for him so he could reel it in. The only problem was he wanted to play on the beach and try to catch a fish at the same darn time... So after I explained that he could play in the sand OR try to catch a fish, and I got the knots out of the spinning reel, he decided to catch him a "BIGGGGGG fishy". I said, "okay, you show daddy how to do it." No sooner did I get those words out of my mouth, and ZZZZING the drag started going on his little ugly stick. I looked up from my pole and saw his rod almost come out of his little hands. He was screaming, "I GOT 'EM DAD!!! I GOT HIM" I ran over to him after dropping my brand new Abu-Garcia in the sand and he kept trying to hand me the pole. I told him to reel and keep the rod tip up, but sure enough he dropped the rod tip down, putting slack in the line and lost the fish...
He reeled up the line the rest of the way and sure enough, no fish. He was pissed and I mean pissed! He started crying like I have never seen him cry before. This little 4 year old, stomped all the way back up the beach and to the truck and when he got there, he told me to hurry up it was time to go. I tried to get him to try again, but no way, he was so mad he just wanted to leave.
The whole way home he just sat there in his seat sobbing and muttering under his breath, "stupid fish, I don't like fishing."
Holly cow!!! This kids got me tearing up again...
It just broke my heart. So about half way home, I asked him if he wanted to try again tomorrow. He told me, "No!" in that pouty/snappy tone that kids get when their upset. I told him that we could take the boat and look for THAT fish and get him back for letting the hook go. Well, that did it, just the mention of going out in the boat rekindled the motivation to go fishing. "You mean it daddy? Can we use the boat to look for him!?!?" I told him we could, and he wouldn't stop talking about it the rest of the way home. In fact when we got back home to Roy, he went straight to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, got his jammies on, grabbed a book, came down stairs, and said, "I'm ready for night-night". It was bedtime, I told him he did a good job getting ready for bed so fast, but it was a shock that he did this since I never told him to get ready for bed. So I asked him why he got ready for bed so fast (and without a fight I might add), he to me that he needed sleep so he could get up early and find that naughty fishy.
That made me .Boy, if I don't get that kid into some fish tomorrow I'll never live it down...
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