The 4.5 Year Old Sight-Fisher

We hit a pond a few days ago with a nose for some sunfish. This is a new year, and things have come along well: (1) JD has come into his own as a sight-fisherman: he was giggling with anticipation as pannies swarmed his beadhead, and he legitimately spotted fish, casted (flipped) to them, watched them eat, set the hook, played fish and landed; (2) Dad has stopped narrating over shoulder and interjecting set the hook, set the hook! every 14 seconds.

We tried to get Danny his first fish... but he is not quite ready. He wrapped the rig about his own person and laughed all the while. He is however fascinated by fish - we caught and handed him many for examination and subsequent release. Bite, bite? he would ask. Eat, eat!

Dad ignored the rising trout. Well - he didn't fish to them anyway.