Hi eric, thats a good story.
I started out up at my grandpas lake. He bought me a fishing pole when i was about 3 or 4. He put a bolt on the end of my pole so i didnt catch anything. He kept incouraging me to keep trying. I finally realized that a bolt wouldnt catch fish and i moved up with worms. I never seen him bring any fish back and i finnally realized that half the time he was out there he took a nap. Im 18 now and he died about 7 or 8 years ago and now im so into fishing that its all I think about. I owe the 25 or so bass that i caught over the weekend. Everytime i catch a bass i think of him.
good luck and keep fishin'!
2007-05-14 02:37:14
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answered by sexy bass fisherman 4
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I grew up in Jax. FLA and Pensacola FLA. My dad was a hardcore "outdoorsman". He built sail-boats, fished, hunted, & did wildlife photography.
It kinda "rubbed" off on me. I grew up on the water 24/7,(we lived on the water on both coasts). In my early 20's I was a manager at a local popular tackle-shop. I was in B.A.S.S. clubs and tourneys. Did a few "Kingfish" tourneys. Wanted to do the "Red-fish" tourneys , but, by then, I had moved to MN to follow my career.
The Bass fishing in the north is great on "quanity" low on "quality", (lol). There's days I wish I was back home either on a beach, in a "brackish" swamp, or on the St. Johns, catching anything!
Trolling for "walleye's" isn't the same. Neither is Northern's or Musky. A Red-fish of equal proportions outfight's them ANY day!
On the other hand, Rainbows, Brookies & Salmon don't inhabit the waters where I'm from SOOO, I like to fish them.
Just remember "fishing" isn't a "destination" it's the "ride that counts". I caught my biggest bass on a crap-*ss "Ugly Stik" pole in a canoe.
In fact, I caught more (& bigger) fish from my little 'ole canoe than I ever have with my new Ranger. (lol)
Learn to read the water and tides and you will never go hungry.
2007-05-15 03:23:49
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answered by Swamp Zombie 7
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Hmm... when did I get hooked....
Was it my grandfather always promising me he'd take me fishing, but when we had the opportunity it was always "I don't know, it looks like it's going to rain, and those fish, they don't like getting wet, you know." It never mattered how clear the sky was, it always looked like rain when the idea of fishing came up.
Was it throwing breadballs and hotdog chunks on a handline off the seawall and into the canal at my grandmother's house in Miami back in the day? I don't think we ever caught anything, just got some nibbles from time to time....
Could it have been that first puffer or catfish or whatever it would have been that I caught at the fishing pier a few blocks from my house when we first moved here?
Or was it the deep-sea trip with my father? Mahi and kings, and tripletail and me with the biggest fish?
This is a tough question, I don't think I can answer it.
2007-05-15 18:30:16
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answered by gimmenamenow 7
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Hey Eric
Well my Grandpa had a boat and my Dad had a boat and I fished on boats in salt and freshwater in Florida from the age of 5 till I was 12. I also would bream and bass fish on ponds in Florida by myself from 6 or 7 till I was 12. Then we moved to NC and I self taught myself how to Trout fish , catch catfish and everything else since then in the past 20 years.
So my Dad and Grandpa taught me about fishing and the basics and I fine tuned certain things,
I have found every one has different methods to catch fish and you need to do what works best for you to bring out the best in you .
Good Fishing
2007-05-14 08:24:59
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answered by Brandon 5
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When I was 8 or so the "Indian Guides" youth group we were in did a half-day trip on a local party boat (the "Gentleman" out of Paradise Cove, near Malibu. My father spent the entire 4 hour trip violently seasick, but my brother and I were hooked. (He caught a small rockfish, I was skunked, but we both loved it.)
For a couple years we went to a local day camp during the summer which featured three days a week of pier or surf fishing, and we learned some from the counselor, but most of what we knew we picked up ourselves. After that we'd spend our weekends at various piers catching mainly small tomcod and perch, but occasionally bonito, and once I hooked (and broke off) about a 100 pound thresher shark. Back in those days, there was no Internet, and the only salt water fishing magazine was "Salt Water Sportsman", which would have been great if we lived in New England. (I read a huge amount about bluefish and striped bass, but to that magazine, southern California seemed as remote as Peru.) So learning about fishing was a do-it-yourself project for us.
When I was about 12, we started going on local party boats by ourselves (my dad hasn't set foot on a boat since that first trip, and he remains clueless about fishing), which continued as we grew up, fishing half-day, all-day, and multi-day open-party and charter trips for everything from halibut and rockfish to tuna and wahoo. I've picked up techniques from all sorts of people I've met on all those boats, though by the time I was grown up, there were Pacific Coast fishing magazines available, and in the past ten years, the Internet has become a great source of information as well.
Similarly, my freshwater fishing is basically self-taught as well. You can learn a good amount from what other people have written, but really the best way is to get out on the water and figure things out for yourself.
2007-05-14 14:23:41
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answered by Peter_AZ 7
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this is great! i get to tell a story... My father used to take me fishing when i was very young. i must have been 4 or 5. he taught me to cast in the front yard. we would get up early, pack up lunch fishing gear, etc. and head out to the river. i followed him from spot to spot casting. He taught me to tie the proper knots and select the right fly after looking under the rocks and logs. when i got older, i learned on my own the more technical aspects of fishing. i read books, and countless magazine articles. i learned from the river guides and my older brothers. i learned to tie flies and match hatches, choose the right line and tippet. fishing is such a wonderful thing. there is so much to learn, and you can never know everything. i have been fortunate enough to visit many of the premier fisheries of the west and meet some of the most interesting people in the world. I hope someone finds something valuable in my simple answer. every one has a fish story. i've caught and released more fish than i can count, but the memories of my father and "our river", are what i cherish. so, go fishing, whatever method you may choose, take your father if you are fortunate enough to have him with you, or your son, or daughter. and consider yourself lucky.
2007-05-17 03:06:59
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answered by big_needles 2
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from my father. we lived on a small farm in rual s.e. ohio. i started with bread on a hook under a bobber untill mom got mad about the bread. then it was night crawlers for creek chubs and blue gill. dad started taking us to lakes and when i got old enough i started going with my friends. joined the navy and havent fished but twice in over four years. my 2 boys and one of my daughters are old enough to start fishing. just bought a new rod and reel and plan to scout a few lakes at my new duty station before i report so that i can give the kids a pole with a crawler and a bobber and watch the whole cycle start again.
2007-05-15 03:08:18
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answered by Anonymous
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we used to live in PA and hunt a lot
when we moved to FLA
hunting was so much different that we decided to try something new
we tried fishing and have loved it
2007-05-14 22:30:05
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answered by Anonymous
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