I'll go first. I was 6 years old and got a sorry , sorry rod , reel and tackle box. It must have cost 2.99 .I walked a mile to my best friend's house {Who is now a state trooper in Maryland} I caught my first bluegill. I was hooked. In the Maryland stream you didn't know if you woul dpull out a bluegill, white sucker , big fat eel or a little vreek chub. But..it was exciting. I loved to see my mom's face as I would bring home something. When I hooked this 14 " bass..I was addicted to fishing.
A grandfather taught me fishing and he passed away when I was 12. My father didn't have much to do with us. My mom and him divorced before I could remember it. I had seen my dad quite alot but, he had nothing to do with us. Also where I grew up was a brook nearby, and I can still here my mom trying to tell me not to go fishing down there! That didn't work to well as I was already hooked on fishing.
That's interesting Phil. I got a tough step dad when I was 5.Therefore; I fished as much as I could for the peace of mind as well as the excitement.
I hated school with a passion. I did not liketo read so my mom subscribed me to Sports Afield, Outdoor Life and Field and Stream. Those magazines helped me to read and gave me lots of ideas. I always wanted to fish in Florida for big bass ..and her I am.
My Dad....My Mom still has a picture of me standing on the dock at Keuka Lake holding my Dad's 9 foot split bamboo fly rod...I was 4 years old at the time... It was the only fishing rod he owned at the time...
My paternal grandfather also influenced me..He loved to fish and I would often spend weekends at my grandparents' house and Grandpa and I would fish ... He always cleaned and cooked the fish, and I haven't had fish that tasted that good SINCE...
Another person who influenced in a positive piscatorial way was an older friend of my Dad's... He lived and breathed fishing and taught me how to tie my own jigs, flies, and ice fishing lures and how to catch fish with them...
This stunning man that the ladies cant keep their hands off of
That would be my dad that got me into fishing, ever since i was pretty much able to walk ive been fishing all thanks too him
My grandfather got me into fishing. My first fishing trip was on my 6th birthday. He got me a little 6' spinning rod-reel combo and my own tackle box. I was tickled pink when I hooked into my first fish, a little white perch. Somehow I also snagged a blue crab. I happily ate both that evening. After that, I was addicted to fishing and he got me addicted to hunting too. After he passed I quit for a bit, but now I'm back at it with a vengeance. I figure that of the many things he taught me, my love for the outdoors (thru hunting and fishing) is one that I value most. In a sense, I do it for him. He loved it and passed it on to me. I hope to do mypartto pass it onto others.
Who influenced you to start fishing.
