I got a visit from my 26 year old eldest son early this week, and he mentioned that he might have some time to fish a little in the middle of the week. It’s a new experience for me to receive an invitation from a son whose life had taken on it’s own direction over the past 5 years. I’d always figured that it might not happen, but was hopeful that I would be considered a “go to guy” for dependable fishing and hunting companionship with my sons. I was thrilled that he called Wed. AM and said he was free at noon to go, so I quickly reviewed the tides and went outside and checked the wind. Dissapointed in what I saw on the reports, and with the fact that the tree tops were dancing about, I called him back and offered that he could choose a better day to fish, but he challenged me with the old…“You never know until you go!” We put the boat in the upper Wando and proceeded up river on a major flood tide, with a NE bite hawking us all the way to our 1st spot. The marsh was continuing to evolve into it’s golden fall colors, and the water was clear down to 6 feet or better. The 7’ tide flooded the marsh and formed beautiful flats on both sides of the feeder creek we were in. Marsh chickens croaked and jumped out of the grass tufts as we cruised around the bends and bays in the creek, the brisk wind keeping the zippers up neck high on our jackets. The sky above was a brilliant blue, and the sound of the big Merc 225 rumbled in contrast to the natural sounds of the creek. I stood next to my son, appraising the man he had become as he smoothly throttled the 20’ bay boat expertly along. He spotted a mullet wake off the starboard bow and directed me where to throw the net, and a big fat mullet hit the deck after one lucky cast in 8’ of water. With a high five we headed to a familiar oyster bar, set the hook, and started fishing. My son chose the traditional grub, and I was tasked with soaking some mullet. The next hour or so was filled with a comfortable silence, an occasional comment, and a sense of being whe
Fish or not, sounds like a great day! I feel the same way when I spend time with my son on the water. At 15, no fish means a bad day to him but, I hope as he gets older he will realize the beauty of just being out there and spending time with his Dad. Thanks for the report!
Very well written boss. Thanks.
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That was a great report! Thanks.
My son is 22 now and we don’t get to fish together often as we used to, but we still do it when we can. If he calls to go fishing I drop everything else and we go fishing.
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Awesome… all the way round! Great post and story. My oldest daughter is in college now away form home and she came home and wanted to fish to I took her out and we had about the same kinda day. I know exactly what ya mean 
Congratz on a great day!!!
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That was an awesome read. Thanks for taking the time to share.
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