Brother First

"Let's start at the beaver pond," Nathaniel suggested as we pulled onto the property of the ponds we most often fish. "There are a a couple of spots along the bank where I think Asher might be able to sight-fish and catch one."

It didn't matter to me where we started, so I drove to the field near the beaver pond and parked the truck. When we got out, Nathaniel grabbed a rod from the truck bed and handed it to Asher and then picked up a little bag with some lures in it.

"Just one rod?" I asked.

"We can fish at the other pond," Nathaniel said. "I want to help Asher try to catch one from here."

The two of them made a good team, with Nathaniel spotting fish and coaching and Asher casting. They weren't able to get one from the banks of the beaver pond, but it was fun watching Nathaniel trying to help his brother catch a fish.

After hitting a couple of spots on the beaver pond, we moved to our normal pond, where Nathaniel keeps his boat, and we ended up catching 11 bass, with all three of us getting in on the action. Nathaniel almost caught a big one -- twice -- but that's another story that hopefully is not over yet, so I'll save it!