Gus is my 7 year old fishing buddy. We went on a smallie float last summer with his Dad, and Gus came away wanting to try fly fishing. One day after school he spied his Dad's old fly rod waaaay up in the barn rafters, so he climbed on up there and got it. The rod was/is broken, but Gus went to mending it with some duct tape, found a reel with some line on it, and was casting in the yard when his Dad got home from work. His passion only increased between then and xmas, so Santa dropped a new setup down the smoke hole. I was able to get away for a few hours last weekend and got him on the river to fish his fly rod for the first time. We couldn't get the fish to cooperate for him(aside from the expired brookie with a rubber worm stuffed down its gullet), but he got the hang of casting(in the wind with high water and no waders), and chose to not catch fish on the fly rather than get his spinning rod out of the truck. He's gonna be good. Really good. And it won't be long. I hope to get out again soon with Gus.
with Kyle....
Kyle's gotten to be a good friend real quick. He lives the next county over and we've been able to get out a few times over the last few months. We have fun. We enjoy spirits. And, we both love smallies. I finally got to fish some really interesting smallie water that he's been fishing for a long time. It was a good day, and I got to meet and fish with Larry Litrell of Mystic Fly Rods. It's always a good day with Kyle.
