|Details:||So took my oldest son, Dillon, out to Lake Ripple last Sunday. Nice warm day, few other guys on the ice. Went to my spot behind the high school. (Before I start this story, it's important to know that Dillon is 3, about to be 4.)
So we start the day by looking at a beautiful 5 pound bass that some other lucky guy had got with his kid. Then we settle to wait. Hour goes by, no flags. Another 30 minutes, no flags. Then it starts. 5 flags, not a fish to show for it. Then we get another, I pull out the trap and set the hook, hand Dillon the line and we pull in a 3 pounder together.
As soon as the photos are snapped we have another flag up. Off we run, him under my arm as I sprint across the snow. I set the hook and he pulls in a 2 and a half pounder all by himself. We're setting up for the picture when I see another flag, so off we run. About 75 feet of line is out, but no fish.
Anyways, some time goes by. Then I see Dillon standing by a hole with one of my traps in his hand. I start to scold him for touching the tilt without me. Then I see that he's going for the line. By himself. He sets the hook and commences to pull in well over 50 feet of line, pulling a FAT pickerel out of the water. I NEVER TOUCHED A THING! 3 YEARS OLD! SO PROUD