tomfly
The only thing left should be foot prints.
I have 3 accounts of catching fish when I was very young. I do not know which one is the earliest.
I can only say that I was between 3 and 5 years old at this time.
My father would take me out on his John boat on round valley. He knew of this spot that was loaded with bluegills. I remembered catching one right after another.
We would camp at Greenwood Lake I remember catching a very large Crappy bass on a Zebco push button reel.
The previous two are very grainy memories and some what lacking any detail of specifics of what actually transpired I just remember catching the fish.
This one I remember with some detail.
As a family we would vacation annually in Cape May. I remember fishing on my father friend’s boat. I only remember this because his friend had lost his hand during the Korean war and had a hook for a hand. Being that young I thought that he was a true life pirate. Anyway we were fishing in Delaware Bay. Being an impatient 4 or 5 year old, I was constantly reeling in the line. My father must have become annoyed with my lack of commitment to keep the line in the water. Every time I reeled the line in, I would loose the bait. My father decided that if I was not going to fish and just waste bait. My bait was going to be scraps. He placed a large squid head on the end of my line. He got me set up in the drift. With in 2 minutes of him handing the rod back to me, I started to reel in the line again. I was reeling in the line I said I got something. My father said you’re snagged again. I remember saying No I think I got one. My father friend grabbed the line with his good hand and said there is fish on there. I remember the pull of the fish being to heavy for me, so my father got behind me and helped me fight the fish. When I finally landed the fish it was a 6 to 8 lb Week fish and still to this day the biggest week fish I have ever caught. I honestly believe that day started my progression into fly fishing.
I can only say that I was between 3 and 5 years old at this time.
My father would take me out on his John boat on round valley. He knew of this spot that was loaded with bluegills. I remembered catching one right after another.
We would camp at Greenwood Lake I remember catching a very large Crappy bass on a Zebco push button reel.
The previous two are very grainy memories and some what lacking any detail of specifics of what actually transpired I just remember catching the fish.
This one I remember with some detail.
As a family we would vacation annually in Cape May. I remember fishing on my father friend’s boat. I only remember this because his friend had lost his hand during the Korean war and had a hook for a hand. Being that young I thought that he was a true life pirate. Anyway we were fishing in Delaware Bay. Being an impatient 4 or 5 year old, I was constantly reeling in the line. My father must have become annoyed with my lack of commitment to keep the line in the water. Every time I reeled the line in, I would loose the bait. My father decided that if I was not going to fish and just waste bait. My bait was going to be scraps. He placed a large squid head on the end of my line. He got me set up in the drift. With in 2 minutes of him handing the rod back to me, I started to reel in the line again. I was reeling in the line I said I got something. My father said you’re snagged again. I remember saying No I think I got one. My father friend grabbed the line with his good hand and said there is fish on there. I remember the pull of the fish being to heavy for me, so my father got behind me and helped me fight the fish. When I finally landed the fish it was a 6 to 8 lb Week fish and still to this day the biggest week fish I have ever caught. I honestly believe that day started my progression into fly fishing.
