Me and my best fishing partner headed to big lake for the weekend (my son, 13yro) We got in about 930 10p, threw the bags I the room and made a mad dash for the boat dock to catch some.......something, anything, it didn't matter. We picked up some hard heads and a few sheepshead, just having fun fishing. After an hour or so we turned in for the night for we had a 5am fish call to answer!
SO we're off and out before sun rise, on target (pelican cove) just as the sun comes up and I tell my son, "hey watch the sun, its a new beginning, its the start to a great day of fishing" I know sounds corny but my pops always took me fishing at sunrise and I remember those things about him.
The fishing was good we are putting a few in the boat, ened up with 2 24" specks and the rest were around 18, so we boogied on lookin for reds now.
The reds were a bit harder to find, as well dodging rain squalls. Couldnt find moving water to save our life! Finally got on a few 4-5 on an area over by long point lake.
Sorry only got one pic
About this time (3:30)my son tells me hes not feeling so good, so I ask him if he just wants to go to the house we are stayin at, he immediately says YES. So we head in. I tell him to go inside and take it easy and rest, I start cleaning up. He comes out a little while later and ask if we can go home. I said "are you feeling that bad?" he says yes he just wants to go home. I said ok buddy no problem, we'll get loaded.
As much as I hated to go because I love fishing, the weather was great, I had found reds, I have a memory of when I was about 10. My dad took me out camping/fishing he set up camp, got the boat all ready and we were set up. I started feeling bad and sick, and I too wanted nothing more then to go home. Dad was so understanding, picked up camp, loaded the boat, and home we went. That's one of my fondest memories. So when It came on my shoulders of my son just wanting to go home, we did.
Hated to leave with weather and water like this
Heres my gut check. The closer we got to home, seems the better he started to feel. Ive started to notice that when we are gone for a few days fishing, hes really only good for one day. The times we go to Venice for 3-4 days, he'll sit one out. We get home about 9p and he seems to be fine.......
So this morning as we are washing the boat I decide to have a man to man talk with him. I start off with some minor talk about him getting sick bla bla bla, and I just ask him right out, Son do you like fishing? hes says "yeah sure" I said really? "what do you think about going on a week long fishing trip to big lake, or Venice or even ALASKA? and heres where my heart sank.... he says "EEH, I don't know about going for that long dad, that's seems like a long time" I said ok no biggy, just asking, he said "dad I think you like fishing more then anyone in the whole world!" that was his way of telling me he dosent like it as much as I do....
Talk about a kick in the stomach . I never let him know I was really bothered by this and this has been eating at me all day. The rest of the day was normal, never let on how much I was bumming. He finally went to his mommas (he live with his mother) and I told him I loved him and will see him next weekend, our normal routine.
This has really got me in the dumps, I grew up fishing with my dad, thats all he loved to do, and took me with him, and I grew up loving it. Hell Id ride my bike to lakes and ponds with a fishing pole, some hooks, worms and a stringer and come home with it full. My son dosent seem to have that passion that me and my pops had. He likes it, but hes only good for a day.
Im hoping things will change, maybe, but my fear is as he gets older, he'll have less and less time for dad and his fishing
Sorry just wanted to get this off my chest with like minded people, my wife dosent get it either
Thanks guys