
After more than 35 years of writing about hunting, fishing and the outdoors, a few topics are bound to repeat themselves. Maybe the best possible scenario for that fact played itself out earlier this month at a fishing outing with my grand nephews, young cousins, and a few of their friends.
While I worked to get as many of the kids set up with worms and bobbers for some bluegill catching action, I offered a pre-rigged pole with a rubber worm to one of the little boys. I hoped it would distract him for a few minutes and allow him some practice casting.
The Texas-rigged soft plastic bait does not have an exposed hook, so I felt fairly safe for everyone around that the six-year-old novice would not hurt himself or anyone else while I worked on other more traditional set-ups.
“I got one! I got one!” Benson squealed, while I tried to thread a wriggling red wiggler onto a thin gold hook. A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed that the bending pole and moving line was unmistakably hooked to a fish, I scrambled down the bank and helped my young cousin get the largemouth bass onto the shore for a few quick photos before we released it.
I convinced Ben to let his twin brother try the rubber worm, and in a matter of minutes, Holden was holding his first big fish up for a picture. As it turns out, this little pond was filled with hungry bass that seemingly grabbed whatever was being offered.
We did catch and release several bluegill, but the highlights of the day were the bass that the kids caught. Before too long, the young fishermen using rubber worms or squirming plastic lizards outnumbered those with traditional bait and bobber options.
Nine-year-old Charlotte was the oldest among the anglers that day, and she showed a true knack for retrieving the “magic salamander” as slowly as possible. She was more skilled at casting than her younger fishing companions, and she wore me out taking fish off her hook.
We didn’t keep score or count the catches that day, but Charlotte’s 20-inch bass was the clear winner. In true fisherman fashion, any time someone hooked but didn’t land a fish that could be measured, they all claimed those close encounters to have been with a lunker that was certainly more than 20 inches long. Some fishing lessons just come naturally.

The outing reminded me of another fishing trip I wrote about more than 25 years ago. Our son Alex was 5 years old when we went to my Aunt Mary’s pond, and he caught six nice largemouth bass in fast fashion using a similar safe but effective rubber worm set-up.
The newspaper clipping from September 1999 is yellowed with time, but that little boy’s smile still shines as he strains to lift his stringer of fish from the bucket for a photograph. It’s also easy to recognize that Alex and Holden are related when you see the pictures side-by-side.
Giving young people the opportunity to learn to fish is one of the great joys of the outdoor world. Having a location that may be overstocked with largemouth bass is a nice advantage.
John Winkelman has been writing about outdoors news and issues in Jefferson County for more than 35 years and was the Associate Editor for Outdoor Guide Magazine.














