My first love: sunfish.
And I still love them.
The other day, hoping to get some pictures for my story on sunnies that ran in today’s Roanoke Times, I headed down to the Roanoke River not far from my house with my daughter Maddy.
I had a 5-weight fly rod with a little popper, and an ultralight spinning rig with a Rebel Wee Craw.
I asked Maddy which one she wanted and she picked the spinning rig. I reminded her how to cast and she immediately started zinging 50-footers. She’s not a big fan of reeling with her left hand, but she’ll get used to it.
The water was a bit stained so I figured the Wee Craw would be money. But it wasn’t. Nor was the popper. Maddy started turning over rocks looking for aquatic critters and I picked up the craw and finally caught a nice sunfish. She held it while I shot pictures. Later she fooled with the fly rod and was actually casting well.
I caught one more, this one on the popper, and then we had to get going.
Maddy didn’t want to leave. Neither did I.
Sunfish will do that to you.