First Fishing Memory

Collapse
X
Collapse
 
  • Page of 1
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts
Previous template Next
  • protocoldroid
    always smoothin' it
    • Jun 2004
    • 302
    #1

    First Fishing Memory

    Looking at the sero's pictures of his niece got me thinking about my first fishing memory....

    Anyone who wants to share their first fishing memory, go for it.... here's mine...

    I think I was 4 years old, I'd have to ask my mom to get the precise age, but... I was a really early riser as a kid, and would almost always get up at 3 or 4 in the morning (I actually learned how to tell time kind of early as a kid from it, my parents had to say "don't wake up mom and dad until the little hand gets this far"), I got up... Put worms on, and right away caught a pumpkinseed, a tiny one... I was really excited, but... I didn't know what to do once you caught it, so I took the rod, fish still hanging and brought it into my parent's bedroom, and dangled the sunfish over my sleeping parents... hahaha, I'm so glad they were good sports, it really entertained them, and my dad got up and came down to go fishing with me.... I also remember at the time learning how to put on a life jacket, I think they were a little freaked out that I was that little and being down at the water I can't blame them
    "ya gotta get a better view outside, cause you'll burn right up inside, through the knowledge fools get the mileage, birds eye view, catch all this" -del
    Tags: None
    • wildbrookies
      Member
      • Sep 2004
      • 2706
      #2
      The long way home

      Well here goes,
      I can remember kneeling on the banks of the very polluted Hudson River on a saturday morning,just staring at this long bodied fish about 16" long as it swam very slowly back and forth over my gob of freshly dug garden hackle.I wondered why it would`nt chew on the offering.But, as I looked closer,the poor fish had reason.It had alot of disgusting sores on its body and probably was`nt hungry.I felt very badly for the fish.And....just as I was leaving to go home depressed,this huge reddish orange fish swam right by me.I stripped in my line(because the old level wind reel did`nt work)and lobbed a cast in its direction.But,the massive fish just kept on its way ,with no sign of interest.Just being that close to these finny creatures increased my heart rate and made me feel dizzy.Thats when I knew I had a definite blood disorder called"fishing".
      It was`nt for a few more years that my brother(marzrw) and got a phone call from our Uncle Mike to join him for alittle troutfishing.Well,that whole night before the trip felt like X-mas Eve.We were so lucky to have such a nice Uncle who wanted to share something he loved doing.Our father did`nt have time to take us.So,after a few trips we started to catch some trout and he bought us our first hip boots and creels and poles.What a memory!!!I`ll never forget those days and I still have the same feeling when a trout takes my fly and fights its way into my heart.But, the bottom line is everybody needs somebody to at least introduce them to fishing.Without our Uncle ,I never would`ve caught one of those sick and dying fish from the Hudson.I`m sure Sero`s niece will feel the same way someday.Uncles are great!!!


      WB
      "Get your mind off trout,if you can.I know they`ve got you.I can see it. Every fraternity of sufferers knows its brothers.Trout hook men;men don`t hook trout.Better try and throw the hook while you can.By the time you`re a grown man there probably won`t be a pure trout healthy enough to fiddle with"... Quote from Emerson in the book "The Earth Is Enough"by Harry Middleton

        Comment

        • marzrw
          Member
          • Mar 2005
          • 1571
          #3
          I knew WB would remember earlier experiences like the Hudson River and such, but yes the real fishing began about 1969 when Uncle Mike said, "How's about us going fishing for a couple of hours tomorrow night." He didn't have to ask twice. As WB said we were pretty gassed up about going and he didn't let us down. Took us to his favorite stretch, had poles all set for us, showed us how to cast, and where to cast. Well I think WB forgot to mention that we both caught 3 or 4 trout apiece and yes just like Sero's niece, we outfished Uncle Mike. And yes, just like Sero he was "tickled pink" I believe was the phrase he used. He told everybody he saw how we had outdone him and what great trout fishermen we were. Later on as dusk approached the bats swooped down around us and made the trip even more mystical for we were on the BATtenkill, of course there would be bats. Then we always had to stop for an ice cream cone too. We still have our old wicker creels that we used to place our freshly caught trout in a bed of ferns to let them flop until they succumbed. That was how it was done back then and you hardly ever let one go because the elders had grownup in the depression and that was just what you did. Thank God, Lee Wulff, and Trout unlimited for Catch and Release.
          Well I started to get skunked quite a bit, but WB had his own mojo (sorry to steal your phrase Sero) and I left the sport on and off until adulthood, but WB was hooked from that very first magical trip, and I'm sure a day doesn't go by that he doesn't think about much else but fishing.
          "The way I see it, you're hooked.Trout have you. Another soul lost." Elias Wonder, The Earth is Enough by Harry Middleton

            Comment

            • wildbrookies
              Member
              • Sep 2004
              • 2706
              #4
              Could`nt have said it any better.Those were the days.We are very lucky that Uncle Mike came around.Being a trout fishermen made me feel very special.Not many of my friends even knew what a trout was at age 10.I think thats when I found my niche in life.Besides sports .Good story Rob.I forgot some of the details.They just need refreshing sometimes."Hows bout a ice cream?". Boy, he was special.Miss him.

              WB
              "Get your mind off trout,if you can.I know they`ve got you.I can see it. Every fraternity of sufferers knows its brothers.Trout hook men;men don`t hook trout.Better try and throw the hook while you can.By the time you`re a grown man there probably won`t be a pure trout healthy enough to fiddle with"... Quote from Emerson in the book "The Earth Is Enough"by Harry Middleton

                Comment

                • protocoldroid
                  always smoothin' it
                  • Jun 2004
                  • 302
                  #5
                  Great stories guys.... Sounds like an awesome uncle!! Reminds me of my patenal grandfather "pop" a lot, probably my biggest fishing influence.... Also reminds me that in his cooler (9:1, beer to soda ratio) all the good soda would go first, and I'd be left to drink Winn Dixie brand cream soda... Now I love cream soda, reminds me of fishing
                  Last edited by protocoldroid; 04-21-2005, 09:01 AM. Reason: oversight
                  "ya gotta get a better view outside, cause you'll burn right up inside, through the knowledge fools get the mileage, birds eye view, catch all this" -del

                    Comment

                    • marzrw
                      Member
                      • Mar 2005
                      • 1571
                      #6
                      Proto,
                      Are you sure it was the cream soda you were drinking and not a bit of beer?
                      "The way I see it, you're hooked.Trout have you. Another soul lost." Elias Wonder, The Earth is Enough by Harry Middleton

                        Comment

                        Previous template Next
                        Working...