Do you remember the first time you went fishing? I mean the real one; that time that set the little wheels in your head turning and fishing got into your blood stream. You know what I mean – the start of that thing called angling that made you a “Fisherman” with a capital “F” and lasted your whole life.
When I was 6 years old, my father had taken me to a park a few times after dinner with some quickly-dug worms from the backyard to catch Calico Bass (Crappie to some of you) for an hour or two. What I didn’t know at the time was that he was gauging me to see if I had it. No, I’m not there quite yet…but wait.
After a few trips, he said he was going to take me fishing with his “fishin’ buddy” on a Saturday morning. That’s when it started…the life alteration. Yes, I remember it like it was only yesterday (and I’m a Senior Citizen now). I couldn’t sleep the night before; then up before the sun and off to the lake. Although it was a cloudy, chilly, drizzly day and we didn’t catch too many fish, what was important was it was the day that I went fishing with The Men. I had been accepted into the fraternity of some of the best guys in the world, FISHERMEN. And, yes, the bug bit me, and it’s lasted a lifetime. Thank you, Dad.
So…do YOU remember your first time? Tell us about it in the comments!