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Due to the hustle of everyday life, it took me a little longer to get my son his first fish than I wanted. We’ve tried a few times over the last year but had been unsuccessful thus far to a variety of reasons like the time he hooked one, got it up to the dock then proceeded to try and beat it to death with the tip of his rod while it was still in the water :palm: if that wasn’t enough he got so frustrated he then threw the whole shbang, fish still hooked, into the lake.

I caught my first fish when I was 2 1/2 and I got my (much more patient and astute listening) daughter her first at 2 1/2 also. The sun will not set on any kid of mine’s 3rd birthday without landing a fish wink

So when it dawned on me that his birthday was nearing I didn’t let anything stand in my way. I picked him up early from preschool and we headed to the neatest body of water that had been stocked recently and put the canoe in the water. He was born 6/5/15 at 2:55pm. On 6/5/18 at 2:14pm he landed his first fish. Down to the wire of keeping the streak of first fish before age 3 going! By the end of the day he was recognizing a bite all on his own. Pretty cool to see the anticipation build as he was getting a bite and then turn to excitement when he got a hook in it! He had never touched a spinning reel before that day. It was cool to see him nail it when it come to handling a rod smile

Parenting win in my book. He literally woke up this morning talking about fishing as if he was reliving the day through his dreams!

You may notice the, “It’s a boy!” pin I’m wearing. No I didn’t have another son on the same day. That pin was given to my dad, by the hospital when I was born, who wore it religiously every year on my birthday. when I had a son of my own, he passed it down to me to keep the tradition alive smile

My apologies for the lack of production on the video. It’s way easier to copy and paste a YouTube link than up load/text individual video clips to everyone.

Thanks for looking

"When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls on the plains, I will hunt mice for I am a hunter and I must have my freedom." Chief Joseph