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Fishing With Kids — “Born to fish big”

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September 12, 2018

I’m halfway through another Hemingway novel. And my interest is waning. I’m in a valley of boredom, where the novelty of the narrative has worn off. I feel the weight of unread pages in my right hand, and I start to question my determination.

You might tell me that all Hemingway is interesting and full of spark, but I’ll challenge you on that. No matter the author, somewhere deep within six-hundred pages of words there’s a weak spot. And I find it at 11:30 pm, sitting in a living room under the light of a single lamp, joined by a football game in overtime. The players scramble silently inside the muted television to my left.

My eyes close. I lose track of the down and distance. When they open, I’ve lost my place in the paragraph and forgotten the weave of the storyline.

Joey steps into the shadowed hallway and rubs his sleepy face. My ten-year-old son walks to my chair and leans in to me.

“Dad,” he whispers. “Can we go fishing?”

— — — — — —

Joey has fished with me since he was a baby.

Here’s some advice: Ignore the baby registry that your expectant loved ones send to you. Instead, get them a Kelty Kid Carrier. (It’s an internal frame backpack to put your child in.) It doesn’t really matter if the new parents like hiking or fishing. Buy it for them anyway. Parents need two hands, and I wore that Kelty carrier everywhere. It’s arguably the best gift we received at the baby shower, because of this: it gave me a way to bring my boys to the places I love most.

I was younger then.


So were they.

This is when my sons learned to love fishing. It happened before they could walk. It’s the draw of the water. The cool air that blows off the river and flutters over the trees. The swallows that dip and dive over the river and pick off Slate Drake mayflies. The inherent peace of a streamside walk. The silence of all things beyond the stream, making way for some freedom of thought among the evening hemlocks or the dew-dripping ferns at dawn.

Parenting is mostly guessing and then hoping you were right. My design all along has been to get the boys beside a river as often as possible.

Yes. My boys learned to love what surrounds the fish (the water, the air, the earth and the trees) and now they crave it. Without those streamside hikes in the blue backpack, I don’t know if, all these years later, Joey would whisper that question into my tired ear: “Dad, can we go fishing?”

Joey

Ten years, now. And my sons have gone through phases.

Parenting is mostly guessing and then hoping you were right. My design all along has been to get the boys beside a river as often as possible.

Has it been enough? I hope so. These early years are my opportunity. I can give them a chance to connect to what’s out there, away from carpeted floors and blinking screens — to provide for them a base relationship with the outdoors.

Will they be fly fishermen at fifty? Will they take on fishing as a way of life? Will they need it as something to help them through difficult times? I don’t know. But I’m giving them that chance.

I’ve tried to keep a balance, too. While Joey is currently asking me at every turn to take the next fishing trip together, my younger son, Aiden, cares most about playing outside with his neighborhood friends right now.

Joey asks me every day. I say yes when I can. I ask Aiden every couple days, and lately he says no. But if he declines long enough, I’ll make some decisions for him.

Yesterday, Joey ran off the bus through the rain to ask if we could fish. I broke his heart a little when I said the river was in flood stage. So I took both boys on an adventure, visiting all our favorite spots to see the power and force of big water. Aiden lit up when he spotted a massive oak, uprooted and carried midstream in the wash.

Home stream, way over the banks and spilling into the park.

Neither of the boys fished much this year during the spring baseball season, either. And while their absence from the river presses on me, that feeling motivates me to keep the river in our lives no matter what happens.

— — — — — —

Joey waded through a knee-deep riffle, toward a bank side boulder that he’d never reached before. We’d fished for two hours with the fish count as zero as the skies unloaded a hard rain into the river. I waited underneath the half-shelter of a large sycamore and watched my son from twenty feet away. Wet and undeterred, Joey swung the rod forward and pushed the tip toward his target. The line and the nymph followed on course. After tens of thousands of casts over the years, his motion was an instinct, and he finally could think of something else.

Where is the trout? He asked himself. Inside the seam, or in front of the boulder?

Joey chose a cast that landed in the whitewater. The fly sank with the accelerated current, and Joey tightened the slack with a raised rod tip that tracked downstream just a few inches.

He struck at nothing. No signal. No indication. Just faith, and an instinct that his trout was there.

The hook stuck solid, and Joey went into fish-fighting mode. He reeled too much and held the rod too high. But we’ll work on it.

“How’d you know to set the hook?” I asked him as I netted the trout.

“I was born to fish big, Dad!” Joey yelled with a fist pump in the air.

I don’t know what that means, but I laughed hard when he said it.

After the release we stood there together in the pouring rain, watching the river rise.

 

 

Enjoy the day.
Domenick Swentosky
T R O U T B I T T E N
domenick@troutbitten.com

 

 

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Jeremy

Great article, thanks! Hits close to home as I have boys age 5,3, and 1. Would love to hear your tips on teaching kids to cast, tie knots, etc. Want to get them hooked early, mainly so I have an excuse to go more!

michael maynard

Thank god I’m not the only one who finds Hemingway underwhelming… I fail to see the attraction.

Great article about your boys and the pictures are awesome. I remember going through much the same with my son. His passion for fishing ebbed and flowed with the onslaught of adolescence. It was difficult to know when to step on the gas and when to lay off at times, but we came through the turbulent years with some great memories we laugh over now. Don’t blink, Dom; they grow up sooooo fast.

Dave Lemanski

Outstanding. That’s what I want with me and my 8 year old…

My kids are near the same age and I try to get them out as much as possible as well. They have similar personalities to yours. One loves the outdoors and the other loves sports, video games and playing with kids in the neighborhood. They go with me I think more out of having bad time than fishing. I’m hoping eventually they will enjoy the fishing just as much.

Stephen Cifka

Domenic, Great background story. So much of fishing is just being in the woods, the place, the water.

What a great term “Fish big”. That’s a keeper.

Thanks for going deep in your writing. It taps into the richness of what we experience on the water.

Mike Gibbons

Currently in this stage with my 6 year old son. Trying not to push and telling him how great it can be… Wanting him to go more and waiting for him to ask when we can go again….. The one hour car ride usually turns him off. Thanks for the post. See you next month!

Steve

I was blessed with two young ladies. One lived to fish until she found boys and married. The other never really wanted to be involved. I miss them both by the river.

Read Robert Ruark’s “The Old Man and the Boy” and “The Old Man’s Boy Grows Older.” Ruark is by far my favorite author for fishing and hunting.

No matter what, spend the time with your boys…time passes way too quickly I’ve found.

Jeremy S

I love this post. All dads can get behind this.

Domenick Swentosky
BELLEFONTE, PA

Hi. I'm a father of two young boys, a husband, author, fly fishing guide and a musician. I fish for wild brown trout in the cool limestone waters of Central Pennsylvania year round. This is my home, and I love it. Friends. Family. And the river.

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