Some Bass with my Son
 

So we got to that pond with smallmouths I posted on a month ago, Matt catches a 10-inch largemouth, first cast, I go left a little and soon miss the suck from a real nice one right next to patch of floating weeds. Chompers plastics, weightless. I tell Matt the bass are along the shoreline where we were just beginning. So he turns the other way and proceeds along the shoreline that's too shallow...but keeps going off into the distance. Nevertheless, I figure I'll be on the bass, have eliminated bad water, sad that Matt won't catch more. We meet up an hour later. I caught a 10-inch largemouth and 11-inch smallmouth. He caught too more largemouths, just 10 & 11 inches, but lost a big one & another a little smaller...and described drop-offs with boulders, submerged brush, and the branches beavers had cut...beautiful bass water he found while beating me double.

Re: Some Bass with my Son
 

That's awesome, you must have been super proud. Nothing would make me happier than to realize not only did I Instill my passion for something (sport, hobby, whatever) in my son, but that in doing so I created an enthusiast whose skills will surpass my own. Since I am mediocre at best at my three favorite pastimes - surfing, fishing and ice hockey - I am confident that my boy will have no trouble beating his old man while he is still young enough to make it somewhat embarrassing.

Re: Some Bass with my Son
 

The best part was that he just turned and went his own way without so much as a parting word. More than hour later, I get a call on my cell, and he tells me he's in the lot. So I hike the 400 yards to it or so and he's walking back across the county road, having explored a marsh in the meantime.