Passing On The Tradition

After finishing a round of golf, the family and I spent the afternoon and evening at my wife’s aunt’s house outside of Middletown, Ohio. It was a nice getaway, my wife and her aunt wanted to make peach jam, which is something they’ve done for a few years now, and I wanted to fish with my son Ted at their pond. I have been told that it has been stocked and that at one end the depth gets down around 12 feet, so I was excited to see what was there.

After walking around the pond once with my polarized sunglasses, I could quickly gather that the pond was in fact full of fish. Big fish. Lots of big fish. Everywhere I looked I saw nice panfish and even some largemouth bass. One end of the pond had large saucers dug into it from years of panfish bedding down to spawn.

My son had fun exploring the property, throwing grass into the pond, chasing after butterflies, and finding sticks. He did though land his first fish, a nice bluegill that he reeled in all by himself. Of course, his attention quickly turned back to sticks and butterflies, so I fished more along the bank.


After catching a few bluegill and bass of my own, we turned in for a nice dinner. Unfortunately before we went to bed Teddy broke a mirror and cut his finger, so we were at the ER until 1 a.m. Needless to say between that, golf, not getting much sleep Friday night, or Saturday night, I found myself in bed at 4 p.m. Sunday where I slept for 4 hours, woke up, ate dinner, and then went back to bed. To be honest, I have been trying to get more out of the weekends by weight training but even at this point I’m wondering if I’m pushing myself too hard.

But then again, how often can you both golf and catch fish in the same day?


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