I spent the last few days down at the Russian River with my wife, 1 year old child, two friends, and their two kids, ages 1 and 4. Needless to say, it was a little more...complicated than usual with the kids along, but it was a great time. I've now got a permanent smile plastered across my face, specifically because I was thoroughly out-fished by my wife on opening day. She had her three fish in something around 20 casts, including a few that broke off while she was fighting them. She never had one foul hooked, she played them calmly and patiently, and she just put on a great display of fishing skill. I couldn't be more proud! She hadn't fished reds in two years, and is still relatively new at it regarding how many times she's tried, but man...she did great. Meanwhile, I flogged the water for a looong time before I finally put my 3rd fish on the stringer. It's good to be humbled once in a while.
Here are the two ladies who did a great job carrying the living cargo the three miles upstream to the fishing hole.
My boy wasn't quite sure what to make of my wife's first fish of the year...but I saw the twinkle in his eye as he was thinking of catching his own one day soon.
Here's the family shot with our respective limits of opening day reds. Man, I love the first trip of the year! It was spectacular weather to boot.