Most of you may not realize this, but I consider my husband to be a fishing fanatic. Once trout season arrives, he looks for just about any opportunity that he can find to fulfill his desire to catch fish.
Personally, I just don't get it. I can't imagine why anyone would find satisfaction hanging out with bugs waiting for some creature to latch onto a hook that has been implanted into a worm for enticement.
But, hey.....if it makes him happy.....who am I to complain....right?
So, you can only imagine the excitement my husband felt when our grandson expressed the desire to go fishing the next time we visited.
We arrived around noon time, and within the hour, my grandson and I found ourselves being escorted to the local Bass Pro shop in search of a kid sized fishing rod.
It didn't take long for the little guy to decide on an Iron Man fishing rod as his choice, and we were soon heading out the door with a cup of fresh worms and rod in hand.
We headed back home to pick up Aunt Amy and Mommy, and we somehow all squeezed into the Subaru for the short trip to Steel Creek to experience the first fishing adventure in Tennessee.
We had been told that this was the best location as fish have been known to travel in large schools, and jump out in eagerness after a mere piece of bread.
Would we be be able to stand the excitement?
Well....let me just say that the fishy stories that we heard from those whom we sought advice were just that......very fishy!
But, that certainly didn't keep Grandpa G from casting a line into the water.
And, after switching locations a few times, we finally found a spot where we had some success.
How's that for the very first fish?
We tried to get the little guy to continue with the "kissing of the fish" family tradition, but this was about as close as he got.
And, to be quite honest....I don't blame him!