CurlyShavings

Look, dad! It's as big as I am!

Well, not really, but it is a big fish.

At one time or another, each of my children have expressed wild fanaticism about fishing. With some of the children, it's happened multiple times.

A couple of Fridays ago we were out at Greater Cleveland Council's Beaumont Scout Reservation in Broadbent Camp's Sycamore campsite, (That's a mouthful.) painting my grandfather's Adirondack.

After the painting and before heading over to Orwell's A&W for some root beer, we stopped at Lake Klein and did some fishing.

I like to say that when you fish with children, you're lucky to get your line wet and this is largely the case. You're constantly untangling lines, clearing snags, baiting hooks or changing tackle.

I did manage to get a few mealworms onto a fly I would present to the fishes and I caught a couple of bream/sunfish that were worth eating. Some of the others caught some too, and with my favorite Repala ("borrowed" from and never returned to my dad's tackle box) I caught a small-mouth bass.

But Ben caught the big one.

The tackle box shown is right at 12", so that would put this fish at 13 inches or a little more.

Why didn't we take it home to eat? It's been a while since we tried, but back in the day, the children would insist that we bring the fish home and eat them. After doing this a few times and having the children refuse to eat them, we stopped. Haven't eaten a personally-caught Ohio fish in ten years.

Oh, and what did Ben use to catch this Behemoth? His new blue Storm Original Hot 'N Tot® #133.

Nice fishing, Ben!