For the first hour or so, it was quite solemn, with no bites. But, at Prime Time, the catch was "on"!
The boys caught their fill of walleye, plus a huge white bass, and happily returned home!
Now, I had been PLANNING to hold off on this post until the boys' second trip. They were going to make it a "combo" trip with both fishing and hunting. They would hunt on the way to the fishing spot, then get out the poles when it was just about dusk.
Their first once-over with the pheasant hunt proved to be only hens. When they were getting back into the truck, they heard a "hisssssssssss". Oh my, they had a flat tire. They had to call a nearby town's tire store... at 4:58 PM (luckily, someone answered). An hour later, the tire guy hadn't shown up yet, so Eric called me. I called the local county police department, they hunted down the guy (they knew him - aaaah, love small towns!), and he was there in 15 minutes (the guy couldn't find them, out in the middle of nowhere, and they didn't have Eric's phone number!). They didn't make it in time for the big catch and only got one bite before they threw in the towel (plus it was dark).
On their way home, they stopped in that small town to grab some gas and a bite to eat. And guess what? Yup, another flat tire! They had the same crew help them fix it. I will spare the colorful details on the boys' frustration, but they were NOT happy campers. When they got home (around 10 PM last Monday night), they were ca-rabby! And who can blame them?
Eric told his buddy about this (the one who knows the locals in the fishing area). The friend concluded something that we too had suspected; the local farmer must have put tack strips down on the road to divert hunters and fishermen from the area.
What should have been a very FUN and prosperous hunting/fishing and father-son trip turned out to be quite a catastrophe. Oye. :-( But, they got the time together. That was the up-side! And... they have quite a story. ;-)
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