Spent the afternoon with my 11 yr old son Tucker. I have learned to not get to excited when Tucker yells " I've got one, it's a big one". Not because he never catches big fish, its because he yells that about all fish. Today was no different. I was focused on a snag we were drifting towards and he starts screaming behind me,"get the net...get the net". I'm sure I rolled my eyes. As I turned around a massive smallmouth jumped completely out of the water not ten feet from the boat. I looked at him, with his grin going ear to ear, he said, I told ya you needed the net.
He had a death grip on a 5' micro-ultra lite that was nearly bent double. After what seemed like five minutes, he had her along side the boat. A quick couple of pictures, then Tucker said, lets weigh it. We had a rapala spring type scale and I gently lifted her and looked at the scales. To lazy to put my "over 40" drug store reading glasses on, I squinted and made out.... a little over 2 1/2. I thought, that cant be right. I told him what I read, and that the scales must be broken. He seemed a little aggravated that he would get no official weight to rib his older brothers with.
A few minutes later, he was looking at the scales, trying to figure out what was wrong. The "slide" was still set at the point where it had been pulled. Finally he blurted out ....Dad, you read the wrong side of the scale. You read kg, ...pounds is on the other side. Read correctly, between 5 1/2 and 6 pounds. Now it's official for him, and another great memory for me.
Topic: A Good Afternoon on the Cumberland (Read 2845 times)