Wyatt Sugg sets the hook and reefs on his Ugly Stick, putting an impressive arc in the rod as he fights a fish in Home Run Pond, a little kids-only fishing hole in my hometown of Glasgow, Montana.
The rainbow trout he lands nudges the needle of his dad’s De-Liar fishing scale just past 1 pound, but to Wyatt, age 10, it’s the trophy fish of his young lifetime.
“Can we keep it, Dad?” he asks, by way of a demand. “Can we eat it? Dad! Can. We. Eat. It?”
Of course, his dad relents, and that night, he tells Wyatt that his Home Run Pond catch has “fed the family.” Wyatt beams, and another angler is hooked for life.
That’s the gift of what fisheries managers call “planter” trout,…