Saturday featured the annual Trout Rodeo, which has been sponsored by the local township for more years than I can attest to. I honestly don't know when it originated, but once my husband became aware of this special event when the kids were little, you can bet that our calendar was marked so that we wouldn't miss this fun fishing opportunity.
No matter what the weather, he had everyone up early so that they could register at the desk, and then hike along the stream to his "secret" fishing hole. You can tell by these photos from the past, that the special spot was not a disappointment!
No matter what the weather, he had everyone up early so that they could register at the desk, and then hike along the stream to his "secret" fishing hole. You can tell by these photos from the past, that the special spot was not a disappointment!
With the cut off for rodeo participants being 14, there has been an extended, sad lull in this household, since these cuties have exceeded that age limit for quite some time now.
But this year, excitement was rekindled when our son, pictured above, decided to visit this weekend, with his wife and our two grandchildren, for the express purpose of attending the rodeo. My husband checked ahead of time to be sure that they could participate, and he was assured, that since he was still a resident of the township, he could bring his grandchildren along for this fun experience.
The weather was gorgeous, a bit nippy but bright and sunny, when we headed to the park for our adventure.
Much to our surprise, the stream was not elbow to elbow with potential anglers, although there were a large number staking out their claim near the entrance where one could see several dozen of large Palamino trout swimming around, not the least bit interested in bait, much to the dismay of those hoping to bring one home.
The treasured spot was not to be accessed this year, as fencing had been placed to keep anyone from heading so far downstream. That was a brief disappointment, but let's face it, there was plenty of stream to pick from, even if we couldn't get to the "lucky" spot.
Everyone set to work, waiting for a trout to come along.
It was definitely slow going for awhile.
Then there was a tug on the line......hopes were raised....
but it soon became obvious that the worm had become breakfast for some clever trout.
Luckily, grandpa came stashed with lots of bait, and once again, the rod was cast.
In short time, there was another bite, this time resulting in a successful catch of a spotted trout.
Luckily, adult hands were able to net the catch, and soon there was a very lively fish slapping about, much to the delight of all.
Our grandson carried his prize fish to the measuring table
where all of the adult volunteers were excited to see this little guy holding his trophy.
It measured a very stretched length of 9 inches!
This little guy was perfectly content to head on home with his single fish, and grandpa looks pretty happy himself, doesn't he?
But before we packed everyone into the car, little sister had to have her turn holding the fish as well.
Pretty in pink and happy as a clam!
It was certainly an exciting day for all!
Really...can you ask for anything more?