She was content to just go spend time on the water but I wanted her to fish with me. Ground rules had to be put forth before she would agree though. The first rule was she would not bait her own hook and the second was she wouldn’t take fish off the hook. I figured that was fair enough and soon she was outfitted with her own rod and reel and we were ready to go.
After working me to death with a bucket of crickets the first trip, I was rethinking my decision to fish with her! I realized then that I needed a different plan of attack. I figured I needed a simple lure that she could cast easily and required no “real” fishing skill. This would allow her to catch fish, but keep me from baiting hooks.
I have fished with Rooster Tails my whole life and I figured that would be the ticket. I found a hot pink one and got it for her, more for the cute factor than anything else. She quickly showed me that cute can catch fish and she flat out-fished me with that crazy pink lure.
That was twenty years ago this June and she has come a long way in her fishing prowess. She still throws a pink Roostertail most of the time and she still whips my tail either by catching the most or the biggest of the trip.
Last year she even caught her first fish on a fly rod…… her hot pink fly rod. And that fish was caught on a fly tied special for her, a pink Chernobyl ant! Whatever it takes to get my bride on the water is worth it. I can honestly say that out of the many critters that have come over the side of my boat, she has been the best catch yet!
