07-03-2004, 07:44 AM
Ah yes, those golden daze of our youth. every thing seemed so much grander than todays adventures. and that they were and still are today in the minds and hearts of all them 8-12 years of age anglers. nothing will ever be better or worse than the experiences of a youth of that age.
and if a man could tap in to that magical time in a childs life and hook them up with a fishing adventure he or she would for ever be emortalized in that childs mind. they probably wont remember a host of an event, but they shure would remember to their dieng day the person who spent time with them to explore the avenue of angling.
tubedude I can tell you as my self had become hooked on fishing at even an earlier time in our lives. judging from your enthusiasm for the hook and line I would say you were hooked at tha age maybe around 4-5,
can you remember your first fishing trip, or do you have an earliest memory of a fishing trip?
I remember my varry first fishing trip. I was 4 fishing on the bank of the huron river for catfish with a 5 cent bottle of coke. I didnt get a bite but I did get my vary first shiner, and I anint talking bait fish[shocked] The bank was slippery and my dad had just told me to sit down on the bank so I didnt fall in. As I squated to sit my feet sliped out from under me and I slid down the 3 foot bank and when I hit bottom my bottom kept right on a goin as did the rest of me. my pop bottle hit the top of my knee and my eyeball came down right over top the bottle and the result was I moddled the famous lucky strike Icon. incase I am predating many anglers who has not yet guessed,. that shiner I was speaking of was a black eye. I remember Ma givin me the third degree as to how I came home with the luck strike look on my face.
the camp fire was a nice touch. I was the only kid there, for that matter I was the only one who had a line in the water... LOL...
I wonder back to near that location from time to time, about a mile down the road from where I live now. the old willow tree I was sitting under is still standing, but the location is now some one's back yard. I still fish from the road once in a while, the cat fish are long been gone. there is still an ocational bull head pulled from that section of the river, yep that among a good twenty dozen of my favorite fishing holes are gone to the way side and can no longer be fished for some reason or another.
I agree we cant go back. so we will just have to find another hole to fish out of,,, I do relish those daze of bare foot fishing and the only wories was if there was yet another worm in the can for the next fish and was there still enough time for one more cast.
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and if a man could tap in to that magical time in a childs life and hook them up with a fishing adventure he or she would for ever be emortalized in that childs mind. they probably wont remember a host of an event, but they shure would remember to their dieng day the person who spent time with them to explore the avenue of angling.
tubedude I can tell you as my self had become hooked on fishing at even an earlier time in our lives. judging from your enthusiasm for the hook and line I would say you were hooked at tha age maybe around 4-5,
can you remember your first fishing trip, or do you have an earliest memory of a fishing trip?
I remember my varry first fishing trip. I was 4 fishing on the bank of the huron river for catfish with a 5 cent bottle of coke. I didnt get a bite but I did get my vary first shiner, and I anint talking bait fish[shocked] The bank was slippery and my dad had just told me to sit down on the bank so I didnt fall in. As I squated to sit my feet sliped out from under me and I slid down the 3 foot bank and when I hit bottom my bottom kept right on a goin as did the rest of me. my pop bottle hit the top of my knee and my eyeball came down right over top the bottle and the result was I moddled the famous lucky strike Icon. incase I am predating many anglers who has not yet guessed,. that shiner I was speaking of was a black eye. I remember Ma givin me the third degree as to how I came home with the luck strike look on my face.
the camp fire was a nice touch. I was the only kid there, for that matter I was the only one who had a line in the water... LOL...
I wonder back to near that location from time to time, about a mile down the road from where I live now. the old willow tree I was sitting under is still standing, but the location is now some one's back yard. I still fish from the road once in a while, the cat fish are long been gone. there is still an ocational bull head pulled from that section of the river, yep that among a good twenty dozen of my favorite fishing holes are gone to the way side and can no longer be fished for some reason or another.
I agree we cant go back. so we will just have to find another hole to fish out of,,, I do relish those daze of bare foot fishing and the only wories was if there was yet another worm in the can for the next fish and was there still enough time for one more cast.
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