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Fishing For The Future

Updated on January 19, 2014

Glory Be For Dappled Things

This lake-stocked Rainbow Trout put up a spirited fight.
This lake-stocked Rainbow Trout put up a spirited fight.
We only caught three in our recent trip: one a piece and one for my dad.
We only caught three in our recent trip: one a piece and one for my dad.

Finding The Fine Line

by Robb Hoff

February 26, 2013


I've finally reached the point where I truly understand that every time I fish, the past and the future are tied to the end of the line of every cast I make in this ever-fleeting present.

And for that I have my son and my dad to thank.

I made a point to take my son fishing for lake-stocked rainbow trout in advance of the end of the month, which marks the first year since my dad's death. Fishing for these hatchery-bred versions of the real thing was something my dad and I did a lot at Miami Whitewater Lake in Hamilton County, Ohio.

Now, I've made it a priority to make sure he gets the same chance that I did, which fortunately is available for us at Camp Ernst Lake in Boone County, Kentucky.

So when a couple of boys my son's age joined us on the pier at Camp Ernst Lake, cast their lines in the water and started talking about fishing like all fisherman at heart will do, I realized all is well on the fishing front so long as the youth get their chance to fish and their elders continue to make fishing a priority in their own lives.

And it was at about that time that the full circle of the fishing loop across ages hit me that I glimpsed the bouncing rod tip as my son hooked a fish on his 1/16-ounce Rainbow Trout colored Rooster Tail.

I could tell the trout was above the average size for the lake when it splashed to the surface and I had to smile when I observed my son do what I have told him numerous times -- keep the line tight and keep the fish from jumping freely.

As he fought the fish closer to the pier, he expertly handled the final steps of the catch -- lift the fish out of the water, swing the line over the handrail some six feet above the surface and bring the fish directly above the cooler that I had opened.

There was no hitch in his retrieve and delivery of the fish to the cooler on the pier and it was a good thing that there wasn't because as soon as he delivered the fish above the cooler, the lure dislodged and the trout dropped.

It was a moment of fine accomplishment that his Grandpa Mike would've appreciated as much as I did and the two youths on the pier undoubtedly also appreciated.

It's an appreciation that outlives all of us who are fortunate enough to experience it and share it with those who are important in our lives.



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      The Stages Of ME 4 years ago

      Nice memory beautifully shared :)

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      Robb Hoff 4 years ago from Cincinnati, Ohio

      Glad you enjoyed!

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