Who or what got you interested in fishing?
MyCowsCanFly© asked:
Did you have a role model, someone who shaped your behavior? Was there an event that got you hooked on fishing?
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Did you have a role model, someone who shaped your behavior? Was there an event that got you hooked on fishing?
February 9th, 2010 at 9:53 pm
My father, got me interested in fishing, during the depression, as it was a good, source of food without much expense. bojo8127
February 12th, 2010 at 10:37 pm
my dad took me fishing a few times when a was a little kid. he didnt like it very much, but i instantly loved it. and have even gotten several of my friends into it. Jack M
February 15th, 2010 at 11:16 am
For me its a great source of food, conversation, and pure excitment when you hook something thats hard to reel in. Lance
February 17th, 2010 at 5:42 pm
Dad and Mom who “instilled in me a healthy respect for the sea, love for its inhabitants, and the joy of fishing.” Learned to first fish in streams and rivers (kindergarten), then on to lakes (Lake Wilson, Wahiawa, Oahu, Hawaii as a teenager), and finally out to the sea (on outriggers, skiffs, and sampans during high school).
My love for fishing was a natural order of happenings, coming from three generations of fishermen.
Retirement years are being spent fishing the pristine waters of Alaska for five species of Pacific wild salmon. Hazel H
February 20th, 2010 at 4:10 pm
Like many others on here, my Dad got my hooked on fishing when I was a little kid. His parents had a pond that he fished regularly as a kid which they still had as I grew up. It was and still is a great place to fish. That pond itroduced me to Catfish, Bass, and Crappie fishing. By the time I was 10 or 11 he purchased a boat and we were at the lake nearly every weekend camping and fishing all day. I of course still love fishing. There’s nothing like being up at sun rise and being out on the lake for the day. A big thing that keeps me very interested in fishing today is the challenge of the whole thing (Bass are what I normally fish for). One hour you can catch 8 fish on a certain bait then 2 hours later it may not get a single hit. Finding out their patterns and what they’re wanting throughout the day and year can make you feel accomplished. As I said, it can be a real challenge at times but that’s one of the things I love about it. unmamfqlm
February 23rd, 2010 at 5:34 pm
My dad got me interested in fishing when I was just a couple months old. He would carry me in a chest-carrier and I would have the best view of him fishing. He says whenever he would set the hook on a fish and fight it, I’d start cooing and gurgling and thrashing around from all the excitement going on.
I’m almost twenty-six years old now and I still do it. Grand Master Basser®
February 23rd, 2010 at 7:50 pm
the first time i went on a fishing campout. I caut about 15 fish and the last fish i caut was a 10 pound catfish. from then on i was hooked John
February 24th, 2010 at 12:05 am
Fishing really interested me when I was 10 or 11-years and one of our field trips was to go fishing. Didn’t catch anything but the variety of species available and other things were fascinating to me. The next day I begged my dad to death to take me just once and out of nowhere the next day I find him outside cleaning his old rods/reels.
Me & him did the most basic of fishing. One hook and one sinker was tied on each rod we had (had 4 in all). The hooks were half rusted and the sinkers could have been broken in half if I wanted to break them. Bait were earthworms dug straight from the backyard. Only had maybe a dozen. We actually went to a local creek and went fishing…
My very first fish was a Largemouth Bass, I believe it was upwards of 10 - 11 inches in length. He caught a similarly sized Bass and we might have caught a few sunfish or two before we ran out of bait. I thought that was SO cool!
Then I started targeting bigger fish, buying better reels/rods, and just getting HOOKED! But, to me, the greatest days of fishing is with one of your parents/grandparents on a creek bank with the simplest of tackle. A cane pole would be the simplest. Backwater Charlie
February 24th, 2010 at 7:36 am
neither of my parents fished, none of my relatives fished, i live walking distance from a lake. it took me 3 years to catch my first fish, but i loved it Aaron
February 26th, 2010 at 6:06 am
WFN Walter
February 27th, 2010 at 3:25 am
l think it must have been when l fell into the lake at age four.
probably some kind of psychological thing.
now l always have to have water of some sort nearby wherever l live and fishing makes the best use of it. The Wormist
February 27th, 2010 at 9:34 pm
There were a series of events that created a love for the water and fishing. I grew up in an area that had a backwater every year when the snows melted up north. This created a vibrant ecosystem that fish thrived in.The waters came and went naturally before any levee systems were built to contain the waters somewhat. The waters would rise up to the shoulders of the roads and over them in a lot of places. And the waters would come to the edges of the hills where I lived. I watched an uncle casting for bass when I was about 7 years old. He made 27 casts and caught 27 bass.I watched him wide-eyed as he caught everyone of them.And I knew that one day I would be a bass fisherman.And there was an old creosote timbered bridge that the alligator gar would travel under when the water was rising. The bridge was a few hundred feet from my house, and I would watch them gig the gar as came through. Some went over 300 lbs.To a 7 year old boy that was some of the most exciting fights in history at that time of my life.And I knew that one day I would do that too. How could you not fall in love with it after witnessing such sights. dumdum
February 28th, 2010 at 2:51 pm
When i was only 5 years old I went to my first fishing derby i could remember. I remember clearly, it was on a large lake in the B.C interior called francais lake, a part or burns lake if that helps, and my family and I ( mom, dad, little brother) and on a cold overcast spring day we all went out fishing in the old 12 foot aluminum.
We were trolling willow blade gangtrolls with small red wedding bands and a big o’l red worm on the hook, going back and forth along the cliffs we called the old hags face, ( looked like a witches face ) the bite was off, not a single bite in one whole hour ( not alot of time I know, but in 6 year old, that much time was eternity). My little brother began to become figity and we had to come back to shore, so we all headed in, tied up the boat to the dock and my mom and brother went in.
The sun was just peaking out of the clouds and beginning to look like one of those bounce fabric softeners logo with the sun out in the clouds, anyway, my dad asked if i wanted to try and fish from the dock, and i said sure ( our cabin had no games or t.v so what else was i suppose to do hah). We , i should say my dad, setup my little spiderman rod with a bobber and a worm and i cast out as far as i could, and he brought out his big guns diawa rod and reel and cast a mile ( by my memory ) and we then wait
We sat there for about 5 minutes, until my bobber began to move, and my dad noticed this and alerted me, so i, being so excited hopped up and started to reel super fast and had a reel good fight with this little trout for about five minutes ( those little rods sure do bend ).
By the time I got the fish in to the dock, my dad picked it out of the water with the net ( to humour me i think ) and we got it onto the dock, and it weighed 2 pounds 2 ounces, my dad was almost as excited as I as that lake never held anything over a pound he said. We quickly took a picture and went to the gutting shack and my dad showed me how to clean a fish.
It turns out that that year i placed second in the whole derby and only lost to a guy who caught a rather nice lake trout if i remember correctly, so i was pretty proud. I got my first, “big boy rod” as my dad called it, and i still believe I have that rod to this day, out in the garage somewhere.
The whole experience of talking with my Dad, and getting second in the derby are the events that got me into fishing. The trout man
March 2nd, 2010 at 7:58 am
The obvious choice is Dad, of course, but he wouldn’t take me until I pleaded and pleaded and promised to behave. He then knew I was serious. I must say that the late great AJ McClane was a HUGE influence as well pheasant tail