June is typically the month designated for the father-son fishing trip. Often the adventure takes place at Pine Island in Northern Saskatchewan; other times at home on the Clearwater River. Caden noticed the change in the air on about June 1 and began an incessant requesting to go fishing. He had to catch a fish. Even his diet changed as he began requesting fish for dinner (preferably with the heads on as he wanted to be sure he was getting fish).
Now to turn down such an impassioned request in the Miller Clan is, well, blasphemy, so we set about making arrangements for the pilgrimage. There is a fishing camp located a few hours south of Bangalore,
Bheemeshwari Camp, but the road was a bit rough and travel was slow at times (not necessarily because our driver couldn't see over the steering wheel).
After settling in a bit, we thought we'd check out the river and we finally got a line wet. It is a bit rustic with no real fishing rod (but a bamboo stick sufficed) and no reels. A piece of bread on a hook and we were ready to fish. June isn't the height of the fishing season here and we really had to work at it. Caden got his line in the water and waited........
and waited......
And then, finally, we caught one! Okay, a trophy it isn't, but it has scales, gills and a tail, so it met the criteria.
Unfortunately, I did have to hear how next year's fishing trip would have to be with Grandpa Bill; He knows how to catch big fish..... and he has a boat.
Good luck to the crew going to Canada; and for those of you canning Kokanee, please save some room in your luggage (we miss it).
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