Lil Man Catches FIRST Fish!

I couldn’t think of any better way to celebrate my 200th post than to feature this photo of my little guy catching his first fish! We had been fishing with Gramie and Grampie for almost the entire day when in the fading few moments, we suddenly got that one flag I had been secretly praying for all day. Stomachs bulging with red hotdogs and roasted marshmallows, we all ran quickly to the ice hole not knowing what was twitching on the other end of the line. The little man’s excitement was running high as he grabbed the line and ran across the ice plucking the GIGANTIC pickerel from the murky depths. I am really not sure who was ultimately more excited him, me or Gramps . . . we were all hooting and hollering probably making the neighbors think someone got run over by a snowmachine. I cut the line, picked up the fish in my leatherman and handed it to my little guy. He immediately starts dancing around high on the excitement of the moment! Later that night, I filleted the fish and cooked it up, providing a taste for all. It was nice to stress the importance of eating what you kill and killing only what you plan to eat. It was by far my absolute best day fishing ever and the best fish I have ever consumed!