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[Chef Lefty]

When I was 8 years old. Dad surprised the family, maybe mom excluded , with a 15.5 ft. Fantom, center console..maybe 88 HP Mercury OB...can't totally recall...Anyway...

He promptly took his young crew (3 little boys, including me) fishing the next day. Freezing cold. Wind blowing, anchored along the ICW with live shrimp...tons of dinks on the stringer that we cleaned and SCALED...all legal at the time!!...and good times fishing ever since. Thanks Dad!
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[gotmullet?]

Good Stuff Right There
I was about the same age when my Dad took me fishing but I found myself climbing rocks by the jetties at the bayfront. I remember asking my Dad , what if I fall in? He said " ill get you out". Once we found our spot the simplest little fish made all worth the while and spending the day morning fishing.

It was the 1st time I saw the sunrise in bay and never will forget that.

Thanks Dad...
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[Damo]

The apple does not fall far from the tree.
Another analogy would be about skipping stones above the water with each stone representing the generation before flying just a bit above the surface and bouncing up again a couple of times as it falls in with the one behind picking up the slack flying just above the water again bringing the kids along for the ride each time teaching them to fish and how to skip stones.
The apple does not fall far from the tree.

Thank goodness for Pops.
Gracias Chef Lefty.

Damo
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[lil-red-hunter14]

My love for fishing began when I was 1 or two, fishing for catfish (or anything for that matter), on the bayous of Louisiana with my dad. Then came my first explicit word at 3 calling a worm a... Fish poop to say it nicely. Then at about 10 I got really into it after catching a 7lb bass up in Tennessee. 2 14lb largemouth at age 13 really kicked off me really wanting to be a pro someday.
Thanks dad. R.I.P

[Joey Buentello]

when I was about 4 or 5. I remember fishing in my grandpas boat and dropping my rod and reel into the murky depths.(About 3 feet of water) My dad promptly stuck his rod end in the water and fished up my rod and reel. I also grew up fishing for catfish and other freshwater species on the shores of lake Corpus Christi. R.I.P. Dad and Grandpa.
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I plead the fifth

[ziacatcher]

I was about 5 or 6 and living in NJ. My dad and I would walk along the dockyards between NJ and NY and fish the Hudson River. I remember cattle cars unloading cattle and we would have to wait until all th "cows" were off the trains before we would be able to continue to the river.

Thanks for having me remember my early days of fishing with my dad who passed away too early from prostate cancer.

[troutless]

My first trip to the salt was when I was 9 or 10. We went to CC and fished in the intercostal ab out a mile up from SPID. We caught abunch of dink trout and a big stringer of black drum. The first drum was by caught me on a 5' 6" metal rod and a shakespear direct drive . I don't know how much it weighted but it was 40+". That was in 1950. On the way to my uncle house we stopped at a new hamburger joint called " Whataburger". and picked up abunch of hamburgers. LOL.

[ironmanstan]

Those are some really great stories and should be held close to the heart for all time. My story is abit different slightly. I tought myself how to fish and watched others and read and listened. My dad had a heart attack about an hour before I was born and died right there in the hospital. So I grew up learning a few things on my own. I taught my kids how to fish an they enjoy it. My daughter is quite the fisherlady. My son enjoys it for about 2 hours and then he is done. He will fish more when he settles down. I caught my first fish on a hand line in the Arroyo down in the valley in Harlingen it was a channel cat. I guess I was 8-10 years old. I also had an older brother that took me fishing to the coast , those were good times. Take your kids fishing and make each trip a fun one .
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I LIKE MINE FRIED.

[2salty]

on the bayous of SW Louisiana with my dad. He couldn't afford to buy a boat, but he built a 14 foot flat bottom when I was about 6 years old. And he got a hand-me-down old Johnson outboard from my grandfather - about a 10 horse. We didn't even have a trailer - used car top carriers with the transom supported by one of those things that clamped to the rear bumper of a '56 Mercury. I wasn't much help unloading that thing when I was 6. I saw a lot bigger and fancier boats than ours at the boat ramps, but my memories of fishing are as big as those other boats.

[landlocked beachbum]

5 years old, cane pole, Indian Point pier, 1960, 2lb red!!!
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Dave


"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has it's limits". Albert Einstein

[stxoutdoors]

ARROYO CITY @ ADOLPH thomae county park with my familia . I know we had a great time out there as a FAMILY bbqing mom dad and my 3 sisters. Dad would hook the fish then pass the pole to one of my sisters or I and let us reel in the fish.
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[micmorri]

I could say my love for fishing began when I was around 13 and went deep sea fishing with my Dad in the keys, and caught a limit of yellowtail snapper, but I would be lying. I was too young, and too stupid to really realize how awesome it was. My true love for fishing began when I moved to Montana from Texas and began to fly fish. I enjoyed the sound of the river and the sanctuary of cliff lined streams with bald eagles looking down from overhead. For a while I never really caught many fish, and no whoppers. It wasnt until two of my buddies and I rented a drift boat and took a trip to the Missouri River near Craig, MT. We did two back-to-back full day floats. After getting my streamer hammered by a 25" brown trout, and the rod almost ripped out of my buzzed hands, I was officially hooked. Im going down to CC today, and cant wait to get my saltwater revival!

[Ol Sanch]

My dad doesn't fish but my best friend's dad did. First memory of fishing is when he took us boys to his sister's tank in La Verna. We camped overnight and when we woke up that spring morning a grey mist had settled over the still dark water. We churned it up with a mirror and black torpedo lure. Didn't catch crap. We graduated to PINS once we turned 16 and bought 4X4's. Thankfully, at the time we didn't care how many fish we caught. We just wanted to go get drunk and camp and drive our 4X4s. If we had cared more we might have given up on that beach because we didn't know nothing about fishing the surf. We learned over time. He and I still fish the Texas coast some 20 something years later. And now I have a son (and another on the way) and look forward to passing this great joy down to them, God willing.
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Do you even fish, Bro?

[Fish2drink]

7yrs old I taught myself mainly since no one in my family showed interest in fishing. I would fish the drainage canals in Brownsville using a needle I converted to a hook and the strongest sewing string I could steal from my mother. Two years later she surprised me with my own rod n reel as a reward for sticking to something and not giving up.
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[Chef Lefty]

These are really great stories. Did not know the passion and emotions all of us hold...thought it was just me. My dad and mom were my best friends, their lives ended too early. Drunk driver when I was 14. But super thankful for every second with them. Of course I thought I knew way more than them. You all know the rest of that story...
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