We had a fun weekend even if the fishing challenged us. Lake James is tough to fish, and fishing with a 3 1/2 year old requires short bursts of fishing separated by hours of Spongebob and Power Rangers. David did great. He was patient in the boat and listened to his Dad and Pop-Pop. Unfortunately, the weather socked us in for a while, when we got on the water it was too windy, and Dad's electronics are fried. On Lake James, no trons: no fish. That is unless you can inexplicably pull smallies off the dock with a fly rod.
While the bite was slow, the smallies were fun to catch, and the few bream we got were huge. The bite producing baits this trip were my Dad's TX rigged plastic worm, and his white curly grub. I had one strike on a blue tube, and a yellow popper (off the dock); but the only bait that hooked smallmouth was, of course, the wooly bugger (green, and brown). Good memories; we'll do it again some time next fall.
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What a great weekend. The few fish were just a bonus, main thing was getting all three generations of fishermen together.
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