So, I realized a few weeks ago, that I as a father have been remiss. I grew up lake fishing for large mouth and pickerel, and trout fishing on streams with my father. This not only is how I learned to fish, but also the reason why I have such a great relationship with my father. I realized that in all my efforts to fish offshore these last few years, I’ve been missing my opportunity to take my two sons fishing and start that same bond I have with my dad. They really aren’t keen on going past the rocks quite yet, let alone spending all day out on the big blue. So I have resolved to take my sons out fishing, inside the breakers, and start building memories and relationship.
Today was our first day. Kut08 was gracious enough to show me some spots he knew of, and off we went to meet up with him as the tide was falling. Found bait, filled up the live well, pulled up to our first spot, and the only spot of storms in the WHOLE Charleston area was coming right for us. We were forced up river, having not even gotten a line, to the shallowest part, as the tide was falling . . . . but there was no where else to go as the weather rolled in. We took cover in Kut’s car until the storm passed. Got the boats back out, still raining from the bands around the storm, but no lightning.
Anchored off our chosen dock, and within minutes, our first fish of the day was on. My son had the pleasure of reeling in a 28" Red. His first Red, his first big fish, all on his own. There has never been a prouder father . . . . Then, we moved docks and another line starts moving. My other son reeled in a stingray. For this son, this was just as much a treat as anything. He loves ALL animals and to see a stingray up close was a true joy for him.
Those were the only two fish we brought in, but I came home with my chest puffed out full of pride. My two boys, despite being scared of the lightning and thunder, and not enjoying the rain handled themselves like true fishing veterans, and to see them reel in their own fish was s