You are never too old at the Kid’s Fishing Derby in Brighton

You are never too old at the Kid’s Fishing Derby in Brighton
Brighton Town Park, 4/27/19

Brighton Town Park, 4/27/19

Carmen Clark Lodge, 4/27/19

Carmen Clark Lodge, 4/27/19

At Brighton Town Park, swirling snow did not deter the hundred or so kids and friends from braving the mud and elements to catch and release fish at the Joe Decarlis Youth Fishing Derby, the 30th edition of the spring ritual that attracts generations of anglers, from the Rochester Bassmasters who help run the event to the first five year olds eligible for the fun competition.

As seen in Kids Fishing Derby at Brighton Town Park. And a fish story. (below) two years ago, we creatively reenacted a fish release at the pond.

This year we outdid ourselves. Channeling an inner Captain Ahab from Moby Dick, we entered the pond with a sharp spear and ultimately stabbed our prey — Porgies — that proved to be delicious. The capture was unprecedented as Porgies are salt water fish and never before seen in the pond.

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Spearing and displaying the Porgies. Left photo, Michele Aman; right photo, Bassmaster Todd Keller

This year was chilly but the snow squalls actually added a rugged, picturesque element to the ritual. All had a good time (except our fish). Angelo Palazzo was the first fisherman on the scene. At fifteen — the upper age limit — this is Angelo’s 8th and final Derby. Angelo and dad found an ideal spot, practicing a few reels before the official 9 a.m. start.

The Palazzos

The Palazzo’s

Father and daughter team

Father and daughter team

(left) channeling my inner Captain Ahab; (right) I later sold the fish to PriceRite [Photos: Moby Dick]

(left) channeling my inner Captain Ahab; (right) I later sold the fish to PriceRite [Photos: Moby Dick]

Kids Fishing Derby at Brighton Town Park. And a fish story.

May 7, 2017

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Noam Ernan’s catch, deck of the Carmen Clark Lodge at Brighton Town Park. 5/6/17

There is always something happening at Brighton Town Park on Westfall Road.

In How do you make it to Carnegie Hall?, we saw kids throwing coconuts outside the Carmen Clark Lodge.


Sign on Westfall Road

In The difference between guys and girls in coed softball, we saw guys and girls mixing it up on the diamond.

In New Team in Town, we saw the ROC City Steelers working hard during summer practices.


Brighton Town Parks Recreation Supervisor Michele Aman with the trophies.

Yesterday we saw the 28th annual Kids Fishing Derby.

As explained by event organizer Michele Aman, Recreation Supervisor, the Derby is run by the Town of Brighton Recreation Department with much assistance from the Rochester Bassmasters.

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28th annual Kids Fishing Derby. 5/6/17

On this drizzly day perfect for spring fishing, 41 kids with family and friends came out to the Brighton Town Park to see who could catch the heaviest fish: bluegills, large mouthed bass, bullheads and carp. Buckets lined the banks of the pond as parents helped kids bait their hooks, each hoping to land the occasional hungry two pounder.

After fish were caught and placed in the buckets, the Bassmasters on the deck of the Carmen Clark Lodge weighed the fish which were then returned to the pond. Todd Keller helped Grady Hopkins retrieve his fish that came in at .06lb. Noam Ernan’s catch (pictured at top) was close to two lbs. At the end of the day, trophies were given based on the total weight of caught fish.

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Bassmaster Todd Keller helping Gray Hopkins retrieve and weigh his catch.

No one knows more about the derby and the pond than Mark Kritall. Mark worked for the Town of Brighton for 34 years before recently retiring. But even in retirement he was at the Derby; he’s helped run all 28. Mark enjoys the passion the kids have for fishing, a passion he’s watched passed down for almost two generations. And Mark is proud the Derby draws good crowds every year despite our world of overscheduled childhood.

My first question was, where do the fish come from? Mark said over the years fish have entered the pond from a variety of sources. He remembers way back when a nearby pond — now Lac De ville and Topp’s Plaza — was being drained. The fish in the pond were quickly congregating in the remaining water. Mark and other town workers brought 50 gallon buckets, saved the fish and deposited them in the Town pond. In theory, Mark says their descendants could have been in yesterday’s Derby.

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Mark Kritall (right) helping Vinay Pendra

Sometimes people fishing in the nearby canal drop their catch in the pond. Sometimes families have goldfish at home that outgrow their bowl. Rather than flush the goldfish down the toilet, people release them into the pond. The goldfish grow into the beautiful big orange carp that today awe youngsters as they shimmer across the pond. The Department of Environmental Conservation used to stock the pond, but about ten years ago determined it was self sustaining.

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Finding the same spot from 35 years ago and preparing to return Noam’s fish to the pond. [Photo: Michele]

Actually, I even added on fish to the population back in high school.


With Tom (left) around the time of our expedition. The bathtub was Tom’s idea. From “In a clinic in Paiwas” — Thomas W. Harris (1925 – 1999)

In my one and only fishing expedition, our family friend Tom Harris took me out to Sodus where we snared several large ones. Tom explained we wouldn’t kill them there, but put them in an empty bucket in the back seat.

By the time we got back to Brighton, all the fish except one were dead. Tom took pity on the survivor which he felt should be granted a reprieve. When we got back, my parents were at the movies. Devilishly, Tom said we should put the diehard in my mother’s bathtub. We did.

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Releasing Noam’s fish. [Photo: Michele]

My parents returned. As my mother was going upstairs to the bathroom, I told my father to be quiet and counted four-three-two-one . . . on cue, we heard a shriek from upstairs. When my mother recovered her senses, she said she didn’t mind Tom the prankster saving the fish, but it couldn’t stay the night.

At about 11pm, my father and I put the fish back in the bucket and drove over to the pond. As we were struggling with the bucket in the dark, a police officer stopped us, suspicious we might be poachers. We explained we were not taking fish from the pond, but instead releasing the pardoned survivor. The officer bought our story which was true. If that fish was a female, in theory her descendants could have been in yesterday’s Derby.

For good measure, Michele and I recreated the decades ago event. After the Bassmaster’s weighed Noam’s catch, we took the fish back to the pond. We found the exact spot where I had thrown back the fish about 35 years earlier.

My last question: what is the name of the pond? Mark doesn’t know if the pond has a real name. In all his years, it’s just been the Brighton Town Park pond. I wondered if he’d like it named after him. At first, Mark said, no way, but then pondered, maybe at some point way, way down the line, they could call it the Mark Kritall Pond.

About The Author

Welcome to Talker of the Town! My name is David Kramer. I have a Ph.D in English and teach at Keuka College. I am a former and still active Fellow at the Nazareth College Center for Public History and a Storyteller in Residence at the SmallMatters Institute. Over the years, I have taught at Monroe Community College, the Rochester Institute of Technology and St. John Fisher College. I have published numerous Guest Essays, Letters, Book Reviews and Opinion pieces in The New York Times, Rochester Democrat and Chronicle, the Buffalo News, the Rochester Patriot, the Providence Journal, the Providence Business News, the Brown Alumni Magazine, the New London Day, the Boston Herald, the Messenger Post Newspapers, the Wedge, the Empty Closet, the CITY, Lake Affect Magazine and Brighton Connections. My poetry appears in The Criterion: An International Journal in English and Rundenalia and my academic writing in War, Literature and the Arts and Twentieth Century Literary Criticism. Starting in February 2013, I wrote for three Democratic and Chronicle  blogs, "Make City Schools Better," "Unite Rochester," and the "Editorial Board." When my tenure at the D & C  ended, I wanted to continue conversations first begun there. And start new ones.  So we created this new space, Talker of the Town, where all are invited to join. I don’t like to say these posts are “mine.” Very few of them are the sole product of my sometimes overheated imagination. Instead, I call them partnerships and collaborations. Or as they say in education, “peer group work.” Talker of the Town might better be Talkers of the Town. The blog won’t thrive without your leads, text, pictures, ideas, facebook shares, tweets, comments and criticisms.


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