I took my grandson fishing for the first time. First time with me that is, he’s been fishing with his dad and other grandpa before.
He got one bite and I didn’t even get a hit but I didn’t expect much else, the water’s still a bit too cold yet.
All I gotta say is my own dad must’ve had the patience of a saint.
I was tossing plastics and Jay was fishing under a bobber and I swear he was making more casts than I was.