Grandson's First Fishing Trip

Jerry's son, Tom, and his family are in town on a week's vacation from their hectic lives in the San Francisco area. It was decided that yesterday would be a good time to introduce Tom's son (Jerry's grandson), Cole, to fishing.

They hit the water on the Northwest River about 7:30 a.m., and it wasn't long, as you can tell from this photo's date/time stamp (8:04 a.m.), before Cole had boated his first fish.

This picture clearly shows a happy fisherman and his catch, with Dad smiling and Granddad beaming as he captures the proud moment in the camera lens.

In this second photo, however, taken at 8:37 a.m., you see a much less jubilant Cole.

"Could it be the West Coast 'body clock' had taken control?" Jerry wondered. "Or could the excitement of catching three fish on his first-ever trip have taken its toll? After all, by San Francisco time, it was 5:37 a.m. at this point."

In either case, by 9 a.m., Cole had endured all the "fun" he could handle and asked to go home. Jerry took him and Tom back to their vehicle. He, however, decided to hang around and see if he could find some bass. In the next two and a half hours, he boated five, with the largest just reaching the 12-inch mark on his ruler.

Said Jerry, "It was a good morning for the three of us and one I hope Cole will never forget."