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FISHING
got my wife and i , our fishing licenses. my 4 year old got his very own spider man fishing pole for christmas and is just jumping up and down to go. the inlaws got me a gift card for bass pro, so i took him shopping for some new terminal tackle. he even picked his own jar of powerbait out
gonna take him fishing new years eve and maybe again new years day if its not too crazy out there.
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I remember my oldest daughter's first fishing pole...Snow White. Pink rod with pink reel and purple line. She still has it, and will use it on occasion when we take her fishing with us. I've since bought her a much better rig, but she uses Snow White because she says it's her lucky rod.
Enjoy fishing with your son...and build many memories together.
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My daughter was, and still is at the age of 29, a small, ball of high energy. She has always been going at full speed anywhere she goes and at whatever she is doing. The first time I took her fishing, I figured she would last about 30 seconds before she would be jumping around and done with it. Wrong.
She was about four and I rigged up a perch hook and a worm so she could have the fun of catching a perch while my son (4 years older) and I went about catching largemouth on spinner baits. She sat there quietly and still, while absolutely FOCUSED on that bobber. I expected a little perch to hit it soon, but she was still for about 15 minutes and started yelling that she had a bite. I helped her a little, but mostly on her own, she landed a small largemouth. For some reason, fishing is something you do with your family that is not like anything else. |
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I have many fond memories of fishing with my Dad, mostly on Sunday afternoon. I also have many fond memories of fishing with my Son and daughters. It is good time with plenty of silence to help unwind the tension of our hectic life. Eating the fresh fish is one of God's gifts to us too.
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Where ye gonna feesh?
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Well since my parents purchased a house in Port Aransas, I pretty much have to drive down to the coast to see them. Theres not much to do there except fish.
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Went fishing one time with my buddy and his Son who was about 4, I think. Got him a nice child type rod and reel, went to a trout lake. Little guy wanted no part whatsoever of that nice little rod and reel. All he wanted was a 4 foot stick with a point on it and a salmon egg on the tip. He didn't want to hear anything we had to say.....so he sat on a rock with the stick in the water where he could watch minnows licking the egg and fished that way all afternoon.
Sometime later we hooked him up with a Zebco 22 and a wet fly and bobber and hit some coves loaded with bluegills. He was getting action on every cast and had the rod in his crotch and was cranking like he had a Marlin on. Those were some fun times. |
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When I was a kid, dad liked to take the boat out on the lake to troll. As the youngest I got to go with him. Even as an 8 year old, I thought it was a phenomenal waste of time and a painful and tedious way to while away the hours, all while enduring the stink of a 1960’s edition outboard motor’s fumes and listening to my dad complain every time one got off the lure.
A couple of years later, when I was about 10, I found that some people would use about 20 hooks on a line and snag fish near the mouth of a river. I approached one in my boat (i had a cool 12' long wood run about that looked like a small editon of a 1950's era Chris craft ski boat, except that mine was well used by the time i got it, and it had an outboard motor, but WTH, i was 10 at the time and it was freedom) and offered to pay them for some they caught, and they gave me 5 huge sockeye salmon, for $1 each. I took them home to my shocked parents and sibling, and we all enjoyed them and packed the freezer. Dad suggested that I go back for more…don’t remember if I did. Later, as an adult I started to learn fly fishing. It is a fine use of skills that has a utilitarian element to it. I had the idea of fishing some of the remote mountain lakes and rivers that I visit during my hikes, There, I got to throw away many barbless fly lures (which I found fun) in trees both above and under the water, while casting to place the fly just so. The lures are cheap, after all. Then came to the realization that the fish there are so scarce that it was cruel to catch them, even if i didn't keep any. Plus if I did keep some, I had no desire to carry stinking dead fish with me for several hours! At that point, the idea of fly fishing in remote mountain locations became another phenomenal waste of time. Now I buy salmon at Costco. While the cost is way more than the $1 per fish I paid as a kid, who cares. They sell the world’s best salmon burgers and their smoked King salmon is one of my favorite treats. And, best of all, I don’t have to waste time with a fishing pole, or gut any more stinkin’ slimy fish! |
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The best fishing story I ever heard comes from a buddy whose father was a particularly fastidious fellow. One day when my friend was little he was out on a boat fishing with his dad. Dad had opened and consumed a few cans of A-1 Beer with his church key during the day and had to take a leak. Being a neatnick, he didn't want to stand up and pee over the gunnel, so decided to use an empty A-1 can as a pissoir.
My buddy describes in detail the chain of events in which a passing boat caused a wake during his dad's pee causing him to press his pecker-tip into the hole in the beer can whereupon it became stuck on the sharp metal edges of the hole. He eventually fell overboard trying to get himself unstuck. I've heard him tell it a hundred times I bet and it still brings me to tears.
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Got the CT licenses already for oldest son and I, the little guys don't need them yet, in case the urge to ice fish strikes.
I'm waiting on the Maine ones until my DD decides if she wants one yet or not. As out-of-staters they're not cheap. Oldest and I are definites and my youngest two don't need one yet. I did submit the paperwork for Son#2 w/Ds who can get a free lifetime license due to his disability, even as a non-resident. Quote:
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