While I've been a pretty staunch detractor of the annual youth day. I've also have been taking advantage of it for the past 4 years with my daughter haha. Does this make a huge hypocrite.....yes......do I care......not in the least :-) And so that brought us to the Mentored youth day 2018. I am a maniacal planner for my outdoor pursuits so even though I didn't know for sure if we were going to even go I spent most of last week hiking local trout streams with my polarized glasses and a loaf of wonder-bread in search of pods of unsuspecting fish. While the fish were not stacked up in any location I did turn up 2 particular groups of fish that I figured would work. My daughter, Caidence, now 14, is an even bigger planner than I am. She had been working out every detail since the Wed before, all the way down to where we were going to do lunch afterwards haha.
Saturday AM came and nobody was in a huge hurry to get to the stream. It was clear, cold, and 26 when we stepped out the door at 7:28am. I was a bit nervous that all the spots would be taken and not wanting to crowd other fisherman I would have left and moved on. I definitely had a little anxiety when I rounded the corner of the road and was relived to see the pull off vacant and quiet. My daughter and her friend Clare...the dynamic duo....got a big dose of energy when I stopped the engine and they were basically tripping over themselves to get to the waters edge all the while I was tripping over everything in sight trying to rig up their rods. Since it was 8:05am there was no waiting and the second I put the glob of power-bait on the hook they were lettin' it fly.
They both had heavy hits over the first 5 minutes but no matter how often I tell them, year after year, they just don't set the hook like they have to and after that 5 minutes most of the trout in the rather shallow pool were on the alert somewhat and where not hitting the PB at all after that. Ole Dad had to think real hard about this because when the girls start using spinners they absolutely trash my stash with snags on every couple casts but it was time already so I took my daughters line and tied on a Frank Nale original collection piece! He can be proud that the first trout of the day came via his handmade creation.
After that it was Clare's turn to get into the spinner action and despite the cold water the action was very good and both girls started to hammer trout....as well as my spinner box. They were losing them left and right but I kept grabbing from my 'scratch and dent' pile for them. It was fine though. Happy girls = happy dad!
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After a while they wanted to hike the stream and start searching for some smaller pods of more challenging fish. That was fine by my as I was quietly bored out of my mind and wanted to see some new sights.
even though the fish were few and far between stocking points they did find a couple and probably got more satisfaction from them then the easy pickins' of the first pool.
Things slowed down around 11am when the sun got very high in the sky and the girls were started to wear down too. That meant only one thing........LUNCH TIME!!! So off we went for a big hardy meal to wrap up the day!
Just another nice daddy daughter day on a PA trout stream.