Kid Fish at Lake Pflugerville

About 10 years ago when Reagan and Gavin were still too small to fish, Grandpa took Keely to a Kid Fish event at a park near our house in Missouri City.  They gave out corn for bait, but Grandpa had a secret weapon: chicken liver.  As a result, Keely caught some nice catfish and the kids around her were quite jealous because all they had for bait was corn.  Stupid corn.

There was a similar event this past weekend at Lake Pflugerville so Gavin, Alex, and I packed up a cooler with snacks – and headed out to the lake with our fishing supplies.  After Gavin and Alex graduated from Kid Fish University, we settled in to catch the big one and snag one of the cool trophies.

But we weren’t prepared because I had read somewhere online that they didn’t stock with catfish – so once they told us there that they stocked with 500 catfish I called Amy and she graciously agreed to go on a chicken liver run for us before going to get her nails done with “the girls,” i.e. Keely, Reagan, Nikki, and Olivia.

But it was no use.  It was hot and the snacks tasted good.  The rocks kept the boys entertained for a few hours.  But nobody caught a thing other than some small perch and what not.

 

The boys didn’t seem to mind, though.  They had lots of fun and I explained to them that that’s why they call it Kid FISH and not Kid CATCH.  Sometimes you catch ‘em and sometimes you don’t.

We did catch some memories and I’m glad we went.  It recalled a lot of memories of Grandpa and how much he loved to fish.  We didn’t talk about him much except for Gavin to tell Alex how good of a fisherman his grandpa was – but he was there for sure.

We’ll catch ‘em next time.