“Will that fish not take?” I asked, looking into the water.
“No, it won't seem to eat the fly.” One said, as the other continued to look at the fish.
“May I give it a shot?” I asked, and he handed over his fly rod. I explained, in detail, what I was doing as my nymph plopped into the water. Just like before, the fish reacted to the nymph, and ate it!
“Here you go.” I said, handing the rod back with a fish attached. The fish leaped out of the water, and came unbuttoned quick.
“Man, you caught that quick!” The other friend said, as he watched the fish swim away.
“It doesn’t always happen that way.” I said, before my dad and I took off to find another spot.
I didn’t offer up any advice as my dad fought the fish; I just watched and was ready with the net.
The fish made a run for it, and my dad kept his rod tip up. The fight was lasting way too long, and the fish was moving further away.
“Okay, Dad, you better bring it in.” I suggested.
“I can't; it keeps pulling.” He said, keeping his eyes on the fish.
“You are going to lose it if you don’t apply some pressure.” I added as the fish swam deeper into the vegetation, but it was already too late. The fish had tangled the leader and tippet around the vegetation and shook free, leaving my dad fish-less.
We moved to a new spot and I immediately found a fish willing to take a streamer. Though the fish got away before I could bring it in, the hit and fight felt good.
"I got one!" I heard my dad yell. I looked over and saw that he was indeed fighting a fish.
I reeled in quickly, ran to my dad's side, and could see that his fish was putting up a good fight.
"You need to get its head up over that moss, and bring him in." I said, but that wasn't going to be easy. The caught fish was tiring, and just as my dad brought the fish up to pull over the weeds, it exploded into another run.
"Holy cow!" My dad said under his breath as the fish tore away. That, thankfully, was the fish's last run. With a big heave the fish was brought over the weeds and into my net.
"Oh my God!" My dad said, lowering his rod tip, finally able to relax his arms. He reached for his fish and brought it up for the camera, but the fish had different plans. It flipped in his hands, fumbling all about, as he tried to maintain control. The fish settled down, and after seeing how he had it held, my dad lifted his head and smiled for the camera.
We quickly got the fish back into the water, and it kicked off with force. I only had time to pull off my line and was about to cast when I heard my dad.
"I got another one!" He yelled, so I reeled up all my line and headed over to help.
"My arms are getting tired." My dad said, as the fish fought to stay away. This was a much bigger fish than his last one, and it was taking twice as long to bring in. My dad's arms were fatiguing fast with every tug of the fish.
"Bring it in fast." I suggested.
"I can't!" He said back.
"Yes you can, the fish is tired; bring it in!" I said, watching the fish.
"You do it then!" He yelled, and handed over his rod. I felt the weight of the fish, and it was definitely ready to come in. I lifted its head out of the water, and with the rod doubled over, brought it in quick. My dad looked at me smugly, after I accomplished the maneuver in less that ten seconds.
"Did you think I wasn't going to be able to do it?" I asked, as he picked up the fish for a picture.
"Is this the big fish of the day?" My dad asked, holding his fish.
"The one I fought with the Pico ant was bigger." I said, leaving my dad frowning. I went to snap another picture and the fish flopped right as I took the shot!
We finished the day off by each catching another fish. My dad had become quite the fly fisherman: today he proved that by hooking into five fish with very little help. It was only a year ago when catching a fish for him was merely just a thought, and now I am almost certain he will get into one. Though we had plenty of daylight left, we had to get going... There was a wedding to attend after all.