Who could refuse "free"?
Most of the family actually... but I had a couple of takers. Two of my nephews decided that fishing was the most interesting thing going at the moment and joined me down at the waters edge.
I tried to explain the basic mechanics of fly casting and demonstrated (albeit poorly) a basic cast. I pretty much handed over the two rods I had with me and gave a few pointers on casting as needed. I really let them learn on their own... and they both did very well.
Robert, my oldest nephew, played the trombone in a very competitive high school marching band, and I really think his musical sense of timing helped him establish a rhythm. He quickly adapted to sidearm casting under the overhanging trees, and even caught a couple of fish. John Curtis, Robert's younger brother, did very well casting too, even though he missed out on catching a fish. He had a bit of difficulty with line management and hook setting, but I know he'll figure that out in time.
|Robert's first fly rod fish|
|Robert with the big fish of the day|
I managed to catch two small Bluegill and one 6" Largemouth in the few minutes that I actually fished. I mostly stood back and coached. The day was about family after all, and it was really nice to see my nephews try their hands at something that I have enjoyed so much. The suburban subdivision pond proved to be a great place to let them learn. The only thing that would have made it better is if John Curtis had hooked up with one. I could tell he was a bit disappointed, but I'm sure he wouldn't hesitate to give it another go.
Maybe one day they'll join me on a river. They have an open invitation.