|A proud young angler with her first fish and some great memories. The Smurf snow boots and Dad’s Powell 5wt fly rod make a great fashion statement. (And yes, that is my daughter. I like to live dangerously.)|
Photo by Michael Condon
“She ain’t even thinkin’ ’bout what’s really goin’ on right now
But I guarantee this memory’s a big’in
And she thinks we’re just fishin’.”
—Trace Adkins, country singer, reflecting on fishing with his daughter
I love those lyrics. They hit home with me.
My daughter is a grown woman now. Yet some of my favorite memories of her childhood, and hopefully some of her favorite memories as well, were the times we went fishing together.
You only get a few chances to create those memories.
Take a young one fishing. The rewards will be immeasurable — for both of you
This time of year Bucks Lake is full of wake boarders, jet skis and swimmers on any given afternoon.
The mornings are another matter. The mornings belong to the anglers.
The mornings are quiet and beautiful with only a few fishing boats and maybe a couple of float tubes on the lake.
Fishing at Bucks changes with the seasons. In the spring, the big Mackinaw are on the prowl. Rainbow and brown trout feed in the shallow water near shore.