-By Brandon Wikman
A large portion of a fisherman’s success is primarily based upon the amount of time your lure is in the water. Cast after cast, the anticipation of a fish engulfing your worm or spinner-bait escalates. This past weekend I had the privilege of assisting my two cousins on a northern Wisconsin fishing adventure. Both young anglers, side-by-side, fished their hearts out, even though much of the ‘fishing’ time was spent untangling line, slipping on worms, and understanding the proper ways to fish!
There’s no greater feeling of accomplishment than knowing that you made an impact on someone’s life. Whether it’s through tutoring a child in school, educating them about the outdoors, or simply leading by positive examples, the beauty of sharing memories and experiences is what life is all about. I had the pleasure of living the experience this weekend with people that I truly love and care for.
My cousins Wyatt and Mitchell Wikman couldn’t possibly be off to a better start on their outdoor lifestyle thanks to their parents, family, and relatives. For these two boys, Saturday mornings are spent in front of the Outdoor Channel watching my hunting ventures, rather than Elmer Fudd’s and the millions of other cartoons.
This wasn’t their first fish outing, as you can probably tell after I describe the story. Both Wyatt and Mitchell squeezed into their own lifejackets and grabbed a pole from the garage. They already knew what tackle to use and what fish they were targeting. Nothing more than the infamous Bluegill found in nearly every lake, river, or water flowage across the entire country! This is a worthy catch for two hardcore anglers.
Off they went, with sheer confidence and a will to come back to camp with enough catch for a family fish fry. The pressure was on and so was the pot of frying oil! Wyatt, who has light brown hair, flung the first cast into the depths of Bluegill haven, a very well known, tried-and-true fishing location off the end of the pier. As his worm plummeted into the seaweed and bobber settled afloat, Mitchell decided to plunk his bait near Wyatt’s. A very interesting, yet strategic approach to say the least, one I could learn from. Both bobbers nearly clinking against each other began submerging into the water within seconds. Simultaneously, they both cranked on their miniature fishing poles and made an incredible hook set on both fish! The two pro’s muscled their fish in as both poles fluttered. I watched in pure joy as the team duo landed their first fish of the evening on their first cast of the trip. I helped them both take off the fish and place the whoppers in the bucket.
It was as if I didn’t have to say a word, these boys kept their composure like pros and fished throughout the entire evening. A few tangled lines didn’t dampen their enthusiasm, nor did the constant re-worming of the hooks. I tossed out a few words of wisdom here and there as they filled their fish bucket brim full.
Two future outdoorsman with sore wrists from reeling, two smiling faces and a bucket full of fish made their way back to camp where a handful of hungry people awaited their success. The fish fry was on!
Watching these two aspiring fishermen brought back some very fond memories of when my Grandpa took me fishing for the first time. Life’s outdoor lessons bring joy and lifelong memories that will forever be engraved within my heart. Spending quality time in the outdoors with others is something we cannot fully describe. It’s far too rich, much too captivating, and way too remarkable to detail. Living the outdoor experience with friends and family is where unforgettable memories evolve.