THE DEBT for being introduced by my parents to fishing and the great outdoors comes with an easy payoff, one that requires simply passing along one of Wisconsin’s greatest family traditions.
Son Steve shows Alexander, age 2, the fish that was pulling so hard on his pole before it appeared from a hold in the ice. -- Photo By The Author
And so it was on a warm afternoon in late December that I got a chance — the privilege, I should say — of taking my grandson, Alexander, on a short but memorable outing for his first fishing trip on hard water.
Being just a little better than 2 years old, he’s not ready for a long or serious adventure in cold weather. So we were thinking something quick, on a warm afternoon, might be just enough to plant a seed.
As son Steve and I got out the auger and started drilling holes, you could tell the youngster was intrigued by the dark water, the perfectly round holes and our promise that fish not only lived under the ice cover — but that they might take a bait.