Got a late start this morning, picked up my boy at 9 a.m. and decided to give Spencer a try; all the gear was already in the car, and it was only a few miles from his moms' place.

Got lines in the water by 9:30 at the wdfw access, and after 15 minutes of hearing "daddy I got a fish!" I hear "daddy I really have a fish!" Scrappy 9" planter makes it's way onto the stringer. Got a few nibbles after that over the next hour or so,, but hot sun, shallow water seemed like it was going to be one of "those days".

Mother nature made a call, so I instructed James to hold onto his pole and stay put. Ran to the loo, and on the way back he is yelling at the top of his lungs about a big fish. Putting it down as an excited 5 year old catching more fish after what must have seemed a lifetime for him (he is very hyper!) I yelled back to reel it in. "But it's a really big fish daddy!"

Ok, to him it probably is a big deal, but when I got about 20 feet away and heard his drag screaming and his line flashing back and forth in front of him, I realized this was no little planter that had found a snack.

Tried to get the camcorder on my phone to catch the excitement, but I must have hit the wrong button accidentally. 2 seconds worth of a big splash was all I got. :(

He finally dragged it up on the beach. Nice fat rainbow, just a hair over 20 inches, and when I got it home it was 3 lbs 7 oz. Not sure who was more excited, him or me. Last time I caught a trout that size, was about 40 years ago when I was his age. Needless to say, he was a happy camper, and the pics will make for some great memories.

That was it for the day, however. A couple more nibbles after that, but they just weren't playing nice, and we packed it up around 1:00 to head home for some lunch.

Gave this day a 5 simply because of the shear size of the fish compared to what he is used to seeing, and the memories made.