The Fisherman

Raven has wanted to be a fisherman for a long time.  He has talked about salmon returning to the Elwha River and wonders if any will make it to Lake Dawn.  This summer he scoured garage sales for fishing poles and tackle.  And he gathered quite a collection.

Though we have a little row boat and a canoe, he wanted a fishing raft.  I think he was inspired by my stories of the raft I had as a child.  He had very detailed plans for a raft in his head, and finally he and Ted cut down an alder snag on the back of our property, cut it to lengths and made a little raft.

Raft, not yet finished

Raft, not yet finished

It rides low in the water and can be poled into position.  He fashioned an anchor from a rock and a rope.

This anchor works just fine

This anchor works just fine

He was set.  He began casting and could hardly have been more excited when he caught his first fish, though it was small.  He had his photo taken, then put it back in the lake and watched it swim away.

Small fish for a beginner

Small fish for a beginner

He learned to tie knots to hold his hooks in place and tried various little spoons, graduating from garage sale tackle to spoons from Swains.  It was strictly “catch and release” thank goodness.

But last week he caught a  17 inch trout!  When he put it back in the water it went belly up and didn’t move further.

Seventeern inches

Seventeern inches

He decided we would eat it.  He and Ted cleaned it and since we were going camping the next day, they decided to cook it over an open fire.  He is a picky eater, but this was his own fish–he loved it and soon there were only bones left.

Ready to cook

Ready to cook

Looking tasty

Looking tasty

Ready to eat

Ready to eat

Not much left but bones

Not much left but bones

Lake Dawn is privately stocked and since we are not fishermen, we haven’t been involved.  But next time it is stocked, we will plan to contribute!

Raft, waiting for Raven to get home from school

Raft, waiting for Raven to get home from school