
Take a good look at Mr Bass here. Nothing really special as bass go. 3 to 4 pounds of pure fighter until you get him to shore and have a look. So it turns out that the Monkey, the Princess, the fishing apple of my eye is actually afraid of fish. This seems puzzling to me as it was her idea to go. She even made me, last year anyway, buy her a Cinderella fishing pole. Check her out with it....

As I lower him back to the water and he starts to submerge, he flips and twists and he is gone. Back to the green bottom where he came from and I am left fishing with the princess who won't go near the water for fear of angry fish."Next time Daddy, you can only catch small fish and only if they want to be caught." Say what? Now I have to pick the fish I am catching. This super-dad thing has got to stop...
I think I am probably back to no-hook, casting-only fishing with my girl again. Too bad to. That strike and short run were just the sort of fun I needed to break up the days (86 I see by my counter) until the preseason is over and the good stuff starts. It's worth it though. Who among us all has a better fishing buddy than the one who will let us buy her a happy meal after a hard day of fishing and then, let us dress-up the Barbies with her?

Let me tell ya, I do not. This is it. It would just be nice to be allowed to catch the fish instead of just watching the wind on the water. I guess the smiles and the giggles when she cast the worm down the back of my shorts will have to do...
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Thanks for writing this.
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