Our Dads

[Cbad Mike]

After reading Zeds post about his dad fishing on another thread I got to thinking about my own dad and fishing.
My dad who was never a true fisherman himself introduced me to fishing when I was about 5. He used to take me to a pond near my house in Pennsylvania to fish for Sunnys armed with a little Zebco and a bobber. My dad taught me how to set the hook when I got a nibble but I used to jerk the rod too hard and sometimes ripped the lips right off of the fish.
I still smile when I think of the day I saw him fall in the smelly pond water. I laughed, he didn't.
At 8 years old, I remember like it was yesterday the feeling of how proud my dad was of me as he watched me reel in my first and definitely legal Flounder while fishing from a dock on a bay in New Jersey.
When I was older and living in Michigan I took my dad ice fishing for his first time. We took my snowmobiles out to my favorite spot on the lake. My dad said that he would cut the holes in the ice while I set everything else up. I gave him my chainsaw and he cut a good sized hole. He then tried to push the ice cork down under the ice with the blade of the saw. I had my back turned to him when I clearly heard the sound of my running chainsaw disappear through the hole after he dropped it. We unsuccessfully tried to fish the same hole for the rest of the day.
He laughed, I didn't.
I have great and funny memories of of fishing with my dad.
I would love to introduce him to fishing from a kayak in La Jolla but my pop is now 83 years old and lives across the country so it will never happen.
Our fishing days are sadly over.
Nothing but great fishing memories!

[MrPatrick]

Thanks for making me relive memories of fishing with my dad. Very well written Mike.

[Amish Ed]

My Dad introduced me to fishing also. He was never really into it though. It was just something to do on the weekends he had my brother and I. But, as my brother and I got more into it, he faithfully took us every other week. Then an uncle of mine took my brother and I on a 3/4 day boat. That was it for me. Fished trout very little after that.

[bwana]

Thanks Mike.

My dad passed at 49 and he also taught me to fish back in the day in Wisconsin.

I always drove the boat even though I was barely able to pull start it. I think I drove him nuts pestering him to go fishing.

He also introduced me to my other passion - hunting.

My main regret is he didn't get to fish with my girls.

[ful-rac]

My dad introduced me to fishing when I was about 3, and I was hooked right away...I can some how remember the moment when I caught my first fish. The excitement, the feeling of what I can only describe as electricity, moving up the line and into my body. An amazing feeling, that I have to this day, never forgotten. I have fished ever since, I can't say the same for my dad or anybody else in my family....I wish they did though..

[BottomFeederPeter]

Hit me right in the feels man...I have a photo somewhere of my father and I the first time we went fishing back home in Ontario. He and a couple of uncles were instrumental in developing my love for the natural world and instilling the importance of stewardship and responsible harvest in both fishing and hunting. I'll never forget being out on a cattle boat together, he turns to me and says "hey can you reel this in for me? gotta tie my shoe..." Low and behold, there's a toad of a bass on the line. Seven year old me raved for weeks to anyone who would listen about the huge fish I caught and how it just magically appeared on the line. It took me until I was a man in my own right to understand what he did for me that day.

Its a primal thing, a man teaching his son to feed himself. I cant wait till I'm able to share the same with my progeny. Now I just have to stop fishing long enough to find someone willing to procreate...

[Lipripper92592]

Dang Onions in here! My mom and my dad introduced me to fishing at a young age. I'd spend countless hours siting in my moms lap, holding my Zebco outfit, just waiting for that "nibble". Good read Mike. Pops is 83 and stage four at this point. I put him in the Jeep on Thanksgiving and drove him to La Jolla and parked on the beach for a few hours just letting him soak it in. It's been over a decade since he's been on a beach. It was just epic, sitting there with him, hearing the waves fall upon the shore. I closed my eyes and I was 8 years old again........

[Zed]

I certainly learned a lot from him re fishing. I remember him telling me not to tell the other anglers (his friends) where we were prefishing bass tournaments no matter how hard they asked.

I also remember him teaching me to follow behind him in single file as we went out on the ice to fish early season so he could check the ice depth. He would take a few steps and plunge the auger down, and then take a few more steps and hit the ice again until we were at the spot. One time after catching a feed of some walleye on a frozen eddy of the Mississippi, we were headed back to shore and I was following like a baby duck, like I was told, and I watched him go through the ice in front of me. He levitated out of that hole like he had a jet pack. Definitely one of those "Don't tell mom" moments.

I just had a lot more wave experience than he, when he finally couldn't take my yak stories anymore and had to do it too.

[makobob]

Mom and dad and gramp's all had me fishing by the time I was 5. Gramp was the chaparone for their first date, they went surf fishing in Ocean Beach just on the right side of where the pier is now. Lots of great memories growing up here.

[Lipripper92592]

Dad, when he was a kid, I think this is Santa Barbara. He used to tell how he dropped his fishing pole off the pier when he was a kid. He said something to the effect that it was a solid "steel" rod, square in shape, but tapers to the tip.

And the other photo is his mom, never got to meet her. But I think this shot is around La Jolla/Windansea area. I'm not very familiar with the southern CA coast, but if anyone can chime in on the possible location, it would be greatly appreciated.

[blitzburgh]

I have photos of me in diapers fishing at Pymatuning State Park in PA. My Dad made a conscious decision not to be like most of his family, never leaving the city. With minimal experience, he got us out of the city and into the outdoors and our family never looked back. Though he's getting up there, I'm lucky to still have him around and fish with as much as possible.

Sort of along the same lines, this is why I try to give as much as I can to friends of Rollo. Too many kids don't have that person to expose them to beauty of fishing. I love what they do!

[addicted2sp33d]

I've been fishing for as long as I can remember.

My uncle is actually the one who introduced me to the sport. My dad had little interest in fishing. Being a "started from the bottom" blue-collar kind of guy, he felt like sitting around waiting for fish was a waste of time.

However, once he noticed that I was hooked, he would take me fishing all the time, even though he didn't enjoy fishing himself.

My toddler is currently only interested in feeding the fish in our fish tank, but as soon as he decides to drop a line in that tank, I'm getting him out on the kayak!

[surfisher]

Awesome post ....

My dad got me hooked on two things when I was about 5yrs old; surfing & fishing. I still remember going haywire over catching big makeral off the golf ball! Since then, my dad and I still fish quite often from our skiff and constantly try and one up each other in the quality of our catch. I honestly think I annoy the hell out of him by consistently bugging him to get out there with me, but I do think he has a little pride knowing he got me hooked on the ocean. I'm only 22 and am still just as fired up on fishing as I was when I started.

I would love to get him on a yak but I know that won't ever happen, still great to fish with him on a skiff!

[FISH11]

I can remember the times that my dad took me fishing when I was young. Some of my favorite memories are of us fishing La Jolla from the rocks accross the street when we lived on South Coast Blvd 2 blocks south of the childrens pool, we used to get rockfish, some times catch lobster or even abalone in the tide pools. That was La Jolla in the early 1960's, we also would fish the north side of Scripps Pier for corvina, etc.. I too wish I could take my Dad fishing in a kayak but at 93 he has a hard time walking. Often when fishing out there I can look back at the coast line and remember all the areas we fished and how things were, man how time fly's. Like Lipripper92592 said Damn those onions. Thanks Mike for bringing some really good memories of who started me fishing.

[Saba Slayer]

Dad loved to dive and fish...at 89 he feels he's too old now...although he will troll a line with no hook on it and he'll have a beer!
We had a wide open log Barracuda bite about 10 years ago and that finished him on anything with a hook on it.
He got us started early...as soon as Mom would let him take us.
This is Pop and my younger brother from about 1963.

It was taken after my brother and I had caught that brace of fish without Pop. He was out diving for bigger prey. My brother and I were tired of eating fish so we traded them for some burritos.
It was a long trip to get to Gonzaga Bay in those days...I'm sure we drove Dad nuts on the way down. He was a fireman so he had no problem finding traveling partners with kids. Thanks Pop...!

[momo fish]

That's a great photo Jim!

Wish I had some fishing memories but my dad worked 7 days a week and never spend time with him outside of work..

Making it up with my 2 boys who ironically got me into fishing and something we all enjoy doing any chance we have.

[C.W.C.]

Originally Posted by Cbad Mike

After reading Zeds post about his dad fishing on another thread I got to thinking about my own dad and fishing.
My dad who was never a true fisherman himself introduced me to fishing when I was about 5. He used to take me to a pond near my house in Pennsylvania to fish for Sunnys armed with a little Zebco and a bobber. My dad taught me how to set the hook when I got a nibble but I used to jerk the rod too hard and sometimes ripped the lips right off of the fish.
I still smile when I think of the day I saw him fall in the smelly pond water. I laughed, he didn't.
At 8 years old, I remember like it was yesterday the feeling of how proud my dad was of me as he watched me reel in my first and definitely legal Flounder while fishing from a dock on a bay in New Jersey.
When I was older and living in Michigan I took my dad ice fishing for his first time. We took my snowmobiles out to my favorite spot on the lake. My dad said that he would cut the holes in the ice while I set everything else up. I gave him my chainsaw and he cut a good sized hole. He then tried to push the ice cork down under the ice with the blade of the saw. I had my back turned to him when I clearly heard the sound of my running chainsaw disappear through the hole after he dropped it. We unsuccessfully tried to fish the same hole for the rest of the day.
He laughed, I didn't.
I have great and funny memories of of fishing with my dad.
I would love to introduce him to fishing from a kayak in La Jolla but my pop is now 83 years old and lives across the country so it will never happen.
Our fishing days are sadly over.
Nothing but great fishing memories!

Figures a fellow "Silver Basser" who has grown up & fished around almost all the same ports as I, would put up this great thread!
Of course, my most fondest memories from my childhood were all centered around fishing with my Dad & Grandpa!
It first started around two and change hand-lining for Panfish off the banks in the spring & ice fishing the holes in the winter..
I have been trying to put together a fishing timeline from age 2 till now, from over the last few years digging through the archives..I need to do some more scanning from the old shoe boxes on the next trip to Canada..
Start 'em young!

Rigged up & ready for the day with my Dad...



1st 'reel' casting reel.. Skipped the 202.


CBad also knows all about the Silvers!


Castin' the canals in Florida...


Heres Part 2 from "Stand By Me". A typical beach lunch with the gang..
Grillin' up some fresh Pickeral (Walleye if I was in the States) with the homies on my beach back in Canada.


The Bowl-Cut Chef aka Wade in the middle..



Learning a few new rigs with my Grandfather & Dad at my fishing lodge #2 in Canada.


Fishin' the Rocks..


Learnin' proper butchering techniques from my Grandfather.
Do NOT waste a single catfish scrap around this man..



Grandpa teachin' me the ropes..

Early Submersion Program..



The ol' lake is currently around 95% frozen right now I am told by my neighbors..


Deep in Mexico with my grandfather showing me some of his ol' stomping grounds while I catch some quality family time in the fighting chair..




TAKE A KID FISHING!!!!!

[janines.fishtales@cox.net]

Yes, it was my dad that got me addicted. He was a commercial fisherman (retired now) and had a passion for fish and fishing. He would go out to sea to work and me, my mom, brother and sister would see him off downtown at the waterfront in San Diego. Then we would all pile up in the station wagon and haul @$$ to Shelter Island and wave to his boat as they would go by on their way out of Pt. Loma. He would always be at the bow waiting for us and wave to us with those big rough, brown and beautiful hands of his. I love that man like no other...

When he would come home after months out at sea, guess what he would want to do when he first got home (of course with a detour to see to mom and some alone time...), he would take MY BROTHER fishing. I begged and pleaded, I want to go, I want to go! He would refuse me because I am A GIRL, and they do not fish. Well.... I wore him out and he finally took me with them. I WAS ABSOLUTELY HOOKED. And to tell you the truth, the best part was just being with him and my bro doing something that brought us all so much joy.

My father has to this day, never stopped taking me fishing. We still go. For me, because of him, I have one of the greatest passions of my life. He is my best friend and my BEST fishing partner. As I watch him slow down, it hurts sometimes to see the amazingly handsome, strong, warm man wind down. We have a trip planned for next January. We are going steelhead fishing in Oregon. I will drive us there and while he will not be able to walk the miles we used to, we will both sit down, with a huge fire, good strong coffee and fish from our chairs. And have the time of our lives.

I will not forgive him however, for the one time when I was about 3. We were in the Sierra for trout. He gave me my own rod and reel, a Snoopy outfit. At the end of the line was a big red plastic fish. When I was old enough to realize that no matter how hard I tried, I was NEVER going to catch anything with that plastic fish at the end of my rod. Dad how could you?! Love you pop.

J

[C.W.C.]

You guys like Blooming Onions?
Well here ya go..

Here is my very last physcial memory with the man that taught me almost every single thing that truly matters on this little planet. (Fishing too.)
Life is just too short. Get down to what really matters..Teach someone how to fish today..If ya don’t have kids, take the neighbors..

My Grandpa had several fishin’ boats over the years..All of them were called the “Ol Soldier”, just like him. Couldn’t get the Ol’ Soldier to take out the Ol’ Soldier one last time, so I found one of those beach wheelchairs and taxied my dear Grandfather to the edge of the Gulf Of Mexico for us to enjoy it just one last time. He passed shortly after shooting this video..I still get on the old radio and call out his boat for prosperity. Long Live The Ol' Soldier!!!!!
Saying goodbye is still one of the hardest things for me..Thanks for everything, Grandpa!

[erinoo]

Sweet