I got invited by my friend and his dad around 1980 (I would have been 8), fished Mortons leam from the bridge just north of my home town in Cambridgeshire, we used bronze maggots and I caught a Roach .
Great evening!
but Mom was often along, even when there was some serious hiking and bushwhacking involved.
First times were actually out of Key West, Florida. Dad was a RCN pilot and squadron leader, and got posted there on an exchange with the USN for 1958-59. The Canuck pilots, on rotation, had a nice boat they shared (as transferred the new guys would buy out shares from the departing guys) and we would head out in the ocean all around the keys. I was only 4-5 and my memories are very vague. But I recently found pictures (having retrieved all the old albums when my Dad moved to a care unit), including one of my brother and I sitting in the back of the old Ford wagon behind a haul of big king mackerel. Don't know that I pulled any of those in, but I do remember simple bait jigging for smaller prey around some wrecks and reefs.
When we returned to Canada (Onterrible and NS) it was mostly bushwhacking stream fishing (Dad liked to get off the beaten track) for brookies. But my love for it led to me always having it as part of my life, and when I was able to head out to the woods on my own or row our punt out on the lake by myself (from about age 9) or with some buds, it became my first choice of activity. We were lucky enough to live in places, throughout my childhood, where we could literally be fishing within a few minutes of our front door. And when we went on road trips as a family, there was almost always some fishing component to the trip.
My dad took me when I was too young to remember and we have done lots of fishing together all my life. I feel very blessed to have grown up fishing with both him and my late grandfather and continue that tradition with my kids as well.
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Like most ppl my dad took me I bout 3 and I remember very vividly the experience. We were fishing on the st Lawrence river near Cornwall Ontario my dad set me up with a worm and bob and I remember filling a whole pail full of perch , I remember my dad tied on a yellow marabou jig ( I know what marabou is now 😀. It wasn't very long before I was running towards mom screaming " mommy!mommy! Daddy caught a big spike come see...."
Who took you fishing for the first time?
fishing from shore
. It wasn't very long before I was running towards mom screaming " mommy!mommy! Daddy caught a big spike come see...."
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