Molly, Ava, and I went out on Saturday with a medium early start (fishing by about 6:45). We met up with Dad's fishing buddy, Jared, so we had five of us in two boats. Ten minutes after getting our lines in the water, we had doubles on. Ava and I each reeled one in. Half way through the process, the reel separated from the rod that Ava was using, which happened to be Jared's. The end result was that Jared took over after the kerfuffle and we got the fish. We didn't see any more action for a couple hours, until we hooked another fish, which Molly reeled in. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a native salmon so we couldn't eat it and had to let it go. After a few more hours we hooked another one, and it was Ava's turn to reel it in. After a minute of reeling, it spit the hook so we didn't get to eat that one either.
Ava wasn't planning to go out the next day, so I really wanted her to have a chance to reel in and land a salmon. As the day was coming to an end, we hooked one last fish. We experienced no equipment malfunctions and Ava landed the biggest fish of the day.
|Sunday's hard-earned catch|