TubeBabe and I got started on the Youth Fishing Program last night on Bountiful Pond. We got our pretty red instructor shirts and watched as the kids arrived to get their grey shirts, small tackle box and loaner poles if needed. Pretty good mix of boys and girls, from about six to 12 years old.
We had a few minutes of instruction for the whole group, on knot tying, casting and safety. Then we broke up into groups of five kids per each adult instructor. TubeBabe and I signed up as a duo…working together as one instructor, because she will be out of town a couple of times over the six week course.
Our kids had all brought their own tackle. All but one of the girls had spinning gear. She had a spincast. None had ever made a cast before. Took a while but we had them all chucking it out there after a few minutes.
**On this trip, it was mostly getting familiar with the tackle. We had them fishing a piece of worm under a bobber. The cross breeze made it necessary to keep winding in and recasting. The low sun angle in the face made it tough to watch the bobber. At least the mosquitoes were held at bay by the breeze. **
There was a prize for each of the first few fish caught. Fishing was slow. One of our young lads (Parker) appeared to be a challenge. A quiet, nerdy looking kid, with glasses and never a smile, he acted like he would rather be in front of a computer than fishing. To make matters worse, the spinning reel his dad had provided was overfilled with heavy stiff mono and it kept boiling off and getting stuck under the spool by his unpracticed reeling motions. We had to constantly keep taking off extra line and digging coils out from under the spool.
But, he did pick up on the casting routine and on one of his unaided casts he had barely clicked the bail on the reel when his bobber took off straight out away from him. Before I could instruct him to take out the slack and set the hook, the fish took care of it for him. When he felt the weight of the struggling trout his eyes popped open and he actually looked excited.
That was the first fish he had ever caught. I helped him lift it out of the water and asked if he would like me to release it for him. He said “Sure”…his standard response to all questions. His trout turned out to be the only fish taken by our kids last night.
When his dad showed up at 8 to pick him up, Parker was a bit more excited about his accomplishment. He had caught the second fish of the night and won a small box full of lures. Not the rod and reel combo that went to the first fish, but a prize of recognition nevertheless. His dad was happy.
One of a pair of young girls from one family, the one with the cheap spincast outfit, really started to get into the casting. She would not leave her rig out long enough to do any good, but was doing great with her casts. I know she will be a fisherperson. Her words as she was dragged away at closing time? “Hey, I want to keep fishing.”
Next week we are going to bring a treasure chest of “secret baits” and other goodies to help our young anglers try to hook into a kitty or two. I can’t wait to see the look on those young faces when they do hand to fin combat with a tough whiskerfish.