I have been trying to get my dad out on a camping trip for a couple years now, and with this past weekend being Father's Day he finally gave in. Now, it should be known that my dad used to camp on a regular basis back when I was a little tike, but now he rarely takes the time to do something for himself. So, I was shocked when he told me that he was planning on going along. Unfortunately, I was concerned when I heard that the campground we intended to stay at had taken a hit from an F1 tornado and 60% of the sites were closed. A quick call to the campground confirmed that there were some open sites, so away we went.
Not long after arriving, we had the tent setup and were getting settled in.
Big Agnes King Creek 4 in Fastfly Setup
My dad and son were anxious to watch me fish. Not expecting much success, we hopped in the stream near the campground. You can imagine my surprise when I landed this guy on the first cast.
walking back from our successful excursion
Then we started thinking about dinner, and knew we needed to get some good coals before we could cook. My dad seems to be amazed by flames, so I left him in charge of the fire.
Tending the fire and cooking potatoes & onions
We had to pass some time while waiting for the potatoes to cook and coals to form. So, nothing says camping quite like badminton and football...
Eventually, it was time to put dinner on the fire. Saturday's menu was deer steak, potatoes, and onions.
Deer steak, potatoes, and onions
For desert, is there anything more a kid would want than marshmallows?
Excited about roasted marshmallows
Shortly after dinner and desert it was time to turn in for the night. It was a little warm, even sleeping outside of my bag, but good to be out in nature. After a restful nights sleep, the next morning brought more activity and games around camp with my son. We just mainly took our time eating breakfast, playing games, breaking camp, and then roasting sausages for lunch. On the way out, dad asked if I was going to fish anymore, so I stopped at a convenient pullout and geared up. You can imagine my surprise when once again on my first cast I brought this bow to hand...
Then about 5 minutes later this guy...
Once again, I worked my way upstream fishing every little riffle and run I saw. I called it quits after about 20 minutes because we really needed to get back home, but managed to land three bows in that time frame. Once again, this was in a location that regularly has swimmers, waders, and fishermen. This was definitely a place I would not fish had I been on my own, as I rarely if ever fish roadside. So, I was surprised at how fruitful this small stream was, even after hearing one less than positive comment from somebody in a site nearby the evening prior.
It was great getting my dad and Trey out camping together on this trip, my dad really enjoyed himself. Trey is now asking for a fly rod of his own so that he can fish with daddy. My little buddy is getting big, and I may have myself a little fishing buddy from now on. I have an upcoming trip to the South Holston planned for this week, assuming my work schedule allows me to go. However, we are already planning our next family trip, and I am sure it will be a blast.