The Newest Nimrod

Fishing with small children can be quite the trial for the most earnest of Nimrods. It can also be incredibly satisfying (a fantastic article sent to me recently). Fellow Nimrod Tobin, his son Lincoln, a container of freshly unearthed worms and I took a short drive to the local watering hole last night after work for some hard-earned angling after a long week. After traversing the gauntlet of poison ivy we found a nice quiet spot to test the skills of our nightcrawlers. Soon after convincing Lincoln that fish do not, in fact, eat rocks and small boulders we started to see a little action on our corks. In no time at all we were pulling in slabs and taking survey of the many species taken by our trickery: largemouth bass, white perch, black crappie, pumpkinseed and bluegill (no trout). It was great fun and Lincoln's screams of excitement were the best part. He even caught two fish of his own. Not on rocks, though, of course.