By the time I was old enough to say the word “fish,” my Dad was taking me fishing with him (yes, that’s us in the picture above). Those trips with Dad turned out to be much more than fishing lessons.
Fishing lessons = life lessons
Fishing was always something I considered fun. I loved the challenge of casting in just the right spot. I loved the feel of that first tug on the line. And, of course, who doesn’t love reeling in fish?
As I’ve gotten older, those memories of going fishing as a kid with my Dad have become even more special. That time with Dad doing a fun activity has impacted me in profound ways. He was teaching me about fish, different fish species, how to catch them, and how to tie fishing knots, but I ended up learning principles that have become foundational in how I try to live my life, conduct business and relate with my own family.
Lesson #1: Good things don’t always come to those who wait
It’s no secret that fishing is a great way of learning patience. As a kid, if that bobber didn’t go under soon after I casted, I wanted to throw to another spot! Dad would tell me to be patient and just wait. Of course, many times, my patience paid off and the fish would bite.
But I learned something else that was maybe even more important than patience. Sometimes, it didn’t matter that we had a great fishing spot (no, I’m not telling you where). It didn’t matter what bait we were using. And it didn’t matter how long I waited. The fish just weren’t going to bite.
There’s more than just a fishing lesson here. Sometimes you can give your best effort. You can do all the right things. You can even be extremely patient… and still not get the result you wanted. That’s called life.
The question is, when you know you won’t get the result you were hoping for, will you do the right things anyway?
It’s difficult question to answer and it’s even tougher to do. I’m thankful that there were times when the fish didn’t bite, so I could learn that lesson.
Lesson #2: You don’t drift back where you started
I loved going to the spot my Dad and I used to fish (no, I’m still not telling you where). There were just so many places along that creek bank to catch fish. As I got older and graduated from the red and white round bobber (I still love it though), I would cast my lure to what looked like the perfect spot. Sometimes I’d catch fish, and of course, sometimes I wouldn’t. There just always seemed like a better place ahead to try.
So, I walked a few steps and casted. Then I walked a few more and casted. Before long, I’d look back and realize that I had wandered far from where I first started. I was lost in the moment and couldn’t believe how far I’d gone.
I have learned that life provides you with many opportunities to “drift” in a similar way. Something catches your attention and you chase it. After all, it seems like such a great opportunity. Now, let me say here that I’m all about dreaming big and giving things your all. But, sometimes we are prone to chasing dreams at all costs. We sacrifice precious time with family and friends for the sake things that leave us empty in the end. I’m learning that I don’t want to be that guy.
I’ve learned you have to be intentional about making sure you don’t drift too far from where you should be. You have to surround yourself with people who will tell you the truth about yourself, good or bad. And, you have to be willing to heed wise advice, even when it’s what you don’t want to hear. In doing so, you can prevent yourself from drifting too far from where you should be and save yourself a lot of heartache and from hurting those you love.
Going fishing with Dad is still helping me learn these lessons many years later.
Lesson #3: When you catch a big one… celebrate!
Catching fish is fun, no matter what size the fish. But, I’d be lying if I said catching a big fish isn’t just a little more fun! It’s amazing how just about anyone can muster up a big smile after they reel in a heavyweight. It makes the fun just a little more fun to celebrate.
Life gives us many reasons to be sad or upset. After all, bad things happen to good people. But, good things also happen to good people. So, just like when you catch a big fish, be sure to celebrate the good times in life!
Lessson #4: Always be prepared
Call me a neat freak or obsessive compulsive, but I hate a messy tackle box. The fishing supplies have to be organized.
The night before I knew we were going fishing, I would always be certain that all my fish hooks, fishing lures and supplies were neatly tucked away in their designated compartment. (Of course, after a day of fishing, they were right back to being unorganized!)
But, as orderly as I wanted things, I learned there’s one thing a neat tackle box can’t help you with… and that’s not having enough of the lure you need for that fishing trip. Sometimes on a particular day, the fish just like what they like and nothing else. Hopefully, they like what you have in your tackle box. And, hopefully you have enough of it!
Don’t get me wrong, this is not about neat people being better than messy people. But, I’ve learned that doing your due diligence ahead of time is better than being unprepared.
This applies to just about anything. Of course, you can’t predict the future, and sometimes unexpected things can happen no matter how much you prepare. But, just like with fishing, be as prepared as you can possibly be in all situations. Something BIG just might happen!
Lesson #5: Control what you can control
When I was first learning to fish with Dad, I started with live bait and a fishing bobber. I would watch the bobber intently, hoping to see just the slightest movement or ripple in the water. But, I am a competitor at heart, and sometimes I would sneak a peek over at my Dad’s bobber. It seemed that every time I did that, I would look back and mine would be nowhere to be found, with a fish on the line! (I guess if the fish aren’t biting, this is a viable strategy. But, I digress).
It’s easy for us to get distracted sometimes. We worry about what others are doing. We worry what they think of us. And, we try to fix others and make them who we think they should be. The problem is that when we do that, we put our focus on things we can’t control.
As I get older, I am learning that I can do very little to change other people. I can’t become exactly like someone else. God made one of me (and one of you). And while it’s great to have role models and aspire to be strong in areas that others are, we must understand that we are uniquely made. We are custom designed. There will never be another one exactly like us.
So, don’t excuse your weaknesses. Work on them. But, also work to become better at your strengths. You will make much more progress on you than you ever will by trying to change others. And, who knows, you might inspire someone else to be a better them!
Don’t let the lessons end
With all the life lessons I’ve learned from fishing lessons with my Dad, it would be a shame to keep them all to myself. I am inspired to use teachable moments like these in the outdoors to impact the lives of my kids as well. I hope you do the same. So, whether you hunt, fish or just love being in the outdoors, there are so many great lessons to be learned in the simplicity and wonder of the outdoors.
And, Dad… thanks for taking me fishing.
– By Giles Canter
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Hunting is something that I grew up doing. When I was little, I was the one in the family who wanted to be a veterinarian and save the animals (Although when you are little, it seems that is everyone’s dream job.) I was always out in the woods with my father and sister tagging along in their hunts because I loved the outdoors and the adventures it brought. I was there when they harvested some of their amazing whitetail deer. And, I began to want to do the same.
Become a vet or be a hunter?
As I entered high school, I began to have a bigger interest in hunting and less interest in being a vet. I studied and finally got my hunting license. Soon after I got it, I harvested my first doe with the bow. Then, not too long after that, I was able to harvest my first whitetail buck. It was only a 5-pointer but it is something I will never forget.
Why I love hunting
That feeling when you release the arrow and hear that wack on the deer that you were waiting to harvest is unforgettable. You watch it run, and then instantly, you get the shakes and excitement knowing you just harvested a nice deer.
Still to this day, once I release that arrow or pull the trigger, I’m shaking like a leaf in my tree stand. Then comes the waiting period until we go look for the deer. For me, the waiting is by far the hardest part of hunting!
Big 9 on my mind
So, let’s forward a couple years. It was late into bow season, November 1, 2017, when it all happened. That’s when I harvested my biggest buck yet; my 9-pointer. In August, before the season began, we had trail cameras out to see what was in the area. We saw a lot of small bucks and a bunch of does.
A couple weeks later, the big boys started to show up. We caught a nice 9-pointer on camera, several 8 pointers and some non-typical bucks. I had my eye set on that mature 9-pointer. He came around the same time every day and I was looking forward to opening day.
I sat opening day morning and evening and all I saw were some does and some smaller bucks. I sat almost every day I could and he never came out.
Finally, I checked my camera again to see if he was still in the area, and on October 30, he showed up again. But, this time there was no velvet and he was bigger then ever. I knew I had to get this buck before he moved somewhere else. I sat that following day and saw nothing.
Luckily, I was able to get out of work early on November 1st and rushed to my tree stand. I got into my stand around 2 PM, and I was prepared to sit a while to wait and hope he would make an appearance.
Turkeys and squirrels and bucks… oh my!
In the distance I could see two does walking around. In addition to the does, a small button buck came in behind me. They hung out for a while but there was still no sign of the big 9-pointer. Around 3 o’clock, 20 turkeys came in and stayed in the area for a while, but moved on quickly. Usually in the past when I have seen turkeys come in, shortly thereafter I usually see another deer. And, just like that, another small one was walking around to my left.
While sitting in the woods, in the peace and quiet, every hunter always hears that “deer” walking noise and their heart starts to beat. That’s what happened to me, but realized it was just a squirrel messing with me. What hunter hasn’t had a squirrel fool them into thinking a nice deer was walking in? I checked my phone and saw that my dad had texted me asking if I saw anything and I replied with, “nothing yet.” Then I texted my boyfriend, saying the same thing. Then, all of a sudden, I heard that “squirrel” walking noise and told myself I shouldn’t even look up because I knew what it was. I looked up to my right and there he was. Walking with his head down smelling right where the two does had been walking.
When I spotted the big 9-pointer that I had been after, I knew I didn’t have much time because he was on a mission and didn’t care who was around him. I got my bow up quickly and now I had to shoot all the way to my right side, over a tree limb where I never shoot from. I put my crossbow up over the top of the limb that was directly next to my stand. And, I was trying to hold myself off of the seat.
As I looked through the scope, the strap for my bow moved and hit the tree limb and made a small “bang” noise. That quickly, the buck stopped in his tracks and looked directly toward me. I knew that this was my only chance that I would have to get this buck. He was completely broadside and I had the cross hairs right on his vitals. I pulled the trigger and saw him jump high in the air, land, and make a small circle and ran back on an angle. I saw him through some laurels and then lost him but heard loud noises coming from that area. All I could think about was if I had made a good shot. “Did I rush it,” I thought. “Would my shot be fatal?”
The N1 Moment
The smile I had on my face was ear to ear. I was shaking. And, then the tears came. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was overwhelmed with joy and relief. As I was shaking, I texted my dad to tell him, “I shot the big boy”. He said he was on his way to say where I was and to give him some time before we go look. It felt like the longest wait of my life. He finally arrived, and I was pumped to go look and was just praying we would find blood.
When my dad got there, we started looking and quickly found a pile of blood and knew that was a great sign. After following the blood trail for only about 15 yards, my dad said, “Okay let’s go, I don’t see it” which he always says when were tracking a deer and he see’s it before me. So, that quickly, I knew he had found him, I just didn’t know where. I remember asking “where, where, I don’t see it?” He pointed down, and there he was laying underneath a small tree that he had hidden under. I jumped up and down in the air and hugged my dad with tears in my eyes! All I could say after I picked my head up and said, “I can’t believe I finally got him”.
I can honestly say that this was one of the best moments that I have ever experienced while hunting. The combination of excitement, nerves, adrenaline and thankfulness for being able to harvest such an amazing deer.
– By Justine Mattia
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Deer dogging has been around for many years, and deer hunting with dogs is a tradition in my family that has been passed down from generation to generation.
From a passion to a business
I started White Water Kennels, in Elba, Alabama, in 2014. In the beginning, it was simply a name for my personal hunting dogs kennel. But, over the next several years, it grew into a well-organized group with several members in several states. We take our love for hunting with hounds very personal. We try to develop a dog through a process of training techniques, with very strict guidelines.
A dog is born with a natural instinct to use its nose and to hunt. We simply help the dog reach it’s full potential. And, while there is no perfect dog, we train deer dogs to be the very best they can be. We take pride in what we do and pour countless hours, days, weeks and months into training dogs to become well-developed and experienced hunting and running machines.
Our decision making is based on careful studying of our packs. We have what we call brood males and females that we breed according to what we are wanting to gain in the packs. For instance, if we are wanting to add more trail dogs, then we have certain dogs we breed for that. The same holds true for running dogs.
When puppies are born and ready to train, we put them through a series of training techniques that we developed to see what each dog has to offer. In addition, we determine what areas we need to spend the most time in correcting shortcomings.
The way we look at is, a dog is only as good as it’s owner. The time you spend training a dog will show, as well as the time that is not spent. Because laws are getting very strict in our area on dog hunters, we collar break, whistle break and horn break every dog we produce to a guarantee.
Investing in the dogs = memories waiting to be made
I enjoy watching how well all the guys work together for the benefit of the kennel and the work each one puts in to make White Water Kennels the best it can be. We love each other, the hours spent together, the memories made, and watching young hounds develop and progress through our training techniques.
I strongly encourage anyone who has never hunted with hounds to try it. And, when you do, I believe you’ll feel the thrill that we do every time we dump the boxes. To us, it isn’t about the kill. It’s about the sound of the hound and the race between the dogs and the game. Its’ in our blood, and we’ll love it till the day we die.
– By Hayden Disotell
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