At the spur of the moment wednesday I loaded up my 4 year old son, boat, tent, and some food and we went to Calderwood. We fished a while before dark and caught 1 rainbow on a husky jerk rapala and my son caught one on a night crawler. The lake was down about 6 to 8 feet and we found some new interesting places to fish.
Slick Rock Creek was dry other than the trickle of creek all the way out to the main lake.
My son liked the fact that he had a big place to ride his bike so that occupied most of his time.
We did get in some fishing Thursday morning and I caught a ton on a Bead Head Copper John under a #6 Stimulator. Most were 10-12 inchs long but, then I had a supper nice fish explode on the Stimulator. I didn't have a net and of course while trying to "man handle" it into the boat I popped the 5x tippet. I did get a picture of it in the water while I was fighting it.
I put on a crawler under a float for my son in hopes that he would catch some blue gill but, instead he caught his limit in trout. The first one being his very first solo trout. I tied a 3 foot piece of 5x tippet to his main line so he would have a better chance at catching fish. This would later come back to haunt me.
After he caught several I helped him by putting his float right against a fallen tree. The line had no more than settled out when the float went out of sight. All the other trout had either took off with the float or bobbed it a couple of times. So I instantly grabbed his rod while he was still holding it and jerked it setting the hook. He fought and fussed with this fish for the better part of 5 minutes. He even began to complain about his arms hurting. Finally after some encouragement he horsed the fish to the surface. It was an easy 22 inch brown. My adreniline began to flow and I put one hand under it's belly, pressed the fish against the boat and grabbed the line with the other. In the process the powerful fish wiggled free and I tried to turn loose of the line but the 5x popped and the big brown went back to his hide. I was sick and, my son smiled and said "did you see that big fish". I'm not sure if that made me feel better or worse.
After we lost his fish we rode around.
We explored the train tunnel since it was the first time that I had ever been able to go completely threw it.
We finished up the trip with a nice evening setting by the fire eating fried trout until we were stuffed.
On a side note.
I watched a guy catch trout after trout on a fly rod while we were fishing. When he came out I asked him how many that he thought that he caught and he said "an easy 50" which I do not doubt.