Today, I did something to my daughter, that my Dad use to do to me. We went fishing early this morning. ( In the fog ) Lauren was throwing a 1/4 Oz. Johnson Sprite Gold Spoon, her go to lure and I was throwing a top warter 7MR Mirolure. On Lauren's second cast, she got a nice blow up. I immediately cast my Top about 2 feet behind the blow up. One twitch and I was hooked up. She got totally pizzed. I laughed and landed a 17 1/4" Spec.. We both landed several more fish in the next 20 minutes or so. I re-tied my Plug and was sitting there, patiently watching Lauren, acting as though I was messing witht my lure. She got hit, struck at the fish and missed him. I cast the Morolure right behing her Plug and Lauren shouted " Quit, Dad". 2 Ttitches and I was hooked up. She shouted, "That's B S, Dad. That was my fish". As I was fighting a 18 3/4" trout to the boat, she continued to ream me out for stealing her fish.
My Dad use to do the same thing to me when I was a teen ager. My Dad died when I was 19. He ues to laugh so hard when he stole my trout. I got just as pizzed as Lauren got at me today. I sure wish Dad was still here today stealling my trout.
Call you Dad's and tell them how much you love them.