fisherman is born!
by Matthew G.
Adrian with his pike
My first son
was born November 27. 2000, and is today, at the age of five already
an experienced sportsfisherman. Not because I've pushed him to begin
fishing, but because of his own love of nature, and experience.
had the belief of not pushing children to take the intrest of their
parents, but to develop their own intrests and hobbies. Of this reson,
I didn't pull him with me everythine I went fishing, but Believe me, I
wanted to do so from he was six months old. However, I restrained
myself until he was 1,5 years old. Then I asked him if he wanted to go
fishing with me. He didn't understand what I was talking about,
because he had never been in a boat before, or even seen one of my
fishing rods, but it sounded like fun to be with daddy, so he said
yes. After getting my things ready, I had the boy sit in his buggy,
put my tackle box, and pump for my canoe in the buggy, and with my rod
in my hand we walked the two hundred meters down to the lake.
My canoe is an
inflatable rafting canoe, and therefor very sturdy, even more so than
most small boats, but Adrian being so young I expected the firshing
trip to be very short. Most likely he'd stand up in the canoe within
five minutes, and I would have to take him back ashore because he
wouldn't sit still.
was my suprize when the boy sat still long enough for us to catch the
first fish. I had taken us along shore close to a neighbouring farm,
where there were sheep grazing. The boy was very exited, pointing at
the sheep and saying bae bae. His language skills where still very
limited, and he had sounds for the different animals instead of names.
Short after, we got the first strike. A small pike, only about 100g
had taken the 5 cm wobbler. Quickly we reeled the fish in, and Adrian
got very exited. Ai, ai he shouted. I guess that was his word for
fish. Later, I guessed that he got it from the Norwegian word for
shark (Hai). As he loved nature programs on television.
We continued the
fishingtrip, and three hours later, we came back home. The boy sitting
quite still in the boat, enjoying himself the whole time.
A week passed,
and the following Sunday I asked Adrian again, if he wanted to go
fishing. The boy dissapeared down stairs, and a half an hour later
when I came down I found my fly rod out on the floor. Adrians life
jacket, and the boys, sitting in the buggy, waiting for me.
Today, at the
age of Five, Adrian is still very keen on fishing. He's amazed most of
my fishing buddies with his knowledge. H knows at least 20 different
species, He can cast with his spinning rod, just as well as anyone
else, and most of all, he knows the ways of different fish. He knows
how to trick the brown trout to take lures, and wobblers. He's even
learned a lot of tricks on his own, such as this summer when fishing
brown trout with small floating wobblers. I had a small trout on my
line, that managed to twist itself of the hook. Immediately Adrian
started to tell me how I should should stop reeling in. "The lure
floating up to the surface, often triggers a second strike
daddy". Amazed my the boys power of observasion I smiled, and
said, you are really a good fisherman now Adrian.
Nesheim in Eksingadalen,
He knows how
to get the big pike to strike too His recent catch of a 5 kg pike
proved that. Now the boy is totally obsessed with catching the big
ones. I'm sure we'll catch a lot of big fish in his lifetime, and I
have surely got the best fishing buddy ever. I am extremely prowd to
take Adrian with me fishing. Knowing I can bring him with me to any
fishing waters, where other guy's would try and leave their family at
tryed fly tying, and while he doesn't master it yet, he really loves
to try. I've asked him if he wants to learn fly fishing, and he's
replied that he does, but he wants to wait until he's six before he
tries the fly rod.
Matthew G. Hauge 2006 ©