So, the big brother is out of town for Camp, it's time for the "Littlest One," to go Fishing with Dad, all by ourselves.
We choose to Target the Clouds of Herring, hanging out in front of town, put together some jigging rigs, fire up the Sounder and idling around for less than a minute or two, only about three minutes from our slip in the harbor, there they are, right underneath the boat,
"Let 'er Go!"
"Now, What do I do here, Dad?" Logan is just three and a half yrs. old,
Yet, Excited, Wondering maybe, "What's Gonna Happen Here, Anyway?"
Ok, I'm trusting you Dad, you do know how this works right? Not so sure it was smart to have him rigged with the Ultralight Rod, but it was sure Thrilling........ for Dad anyway
Soon, It's three on at a time!!! (Yes we did check in with F&G, it's the only fishery where the 2 hook per line limit is stretched to fifteen hooks per rig and no bag limit), "Go Get 'em," the Biologist says, and you can use them for bait. We actually plan to get a few for pickling, maybe try smoking some up, or..... ANY IDEAS out there??
"Oh Boy, This is Pretty Cool, Look at this Big Guy?" Logan, interestingly enough, thought these were pretty small fish. After watching us catch Subsistence Halibut for all his years as well as more than a few Red Salmon hitting the deck for his Bleeding Poker Job.
This is his First Harvest Himself as Haulerman tho, and mighty Fighters They Are!!
I had to do quite a bit of teaching to get him to use this Gaff Hook, this boy just loved trying to pick them up, "they're Soooo Slippery, Wahooo"