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posted 11-26-2001 10:16 PM ET (US)
My son Harry, 7, caught his first fish on Saturday off Cape May - a striper (with some help from his uncle). We were both thrilled, but my father-in-law was really excited.
Although I'm not much of fisherman, I was wondering about others' first fish stories.
PS - I had put my montauk in storage that morning so we were out in my father-in-law's Shamrock - sorry.
posted 11-27-2001 09:01 AM ET (US)
Daverdla, My son caught his first one at a restaurant when he was 2 ( Smokey Mountain controled catch and eat your own) he has been hooked ever since. At the begining of fall I thought I lost him to golf. However we just got back from Fla. and I got him fishing again. My happiest moments are being with him when fishing even when I hand my rod over to him. Regards, Jay
posted 11-29-2001 05:25 PM ET (US)
My dad was taking me fishing since I was 3 (using a cane pole). Then I stepped to the big leagues w/ my zebco push-button. The 1st fish I can probably remember was a little "snapper" blue off the Babylon town docks.
posted 11-29-2001 07:34 PM ET (US)
I grew up perch fishing off the foghorn on Sandusky Bay (Lake Erie). Went with my grandfather who always wanted to be one of the guys. Problem- when we left the dock my mother and grandmother always told me to keep an I on him since he could not swim. Looking back on it-scares heck out of me. David
posted 11-30-2001 09:29 PM ET (US)
I do not remember my first fish. I suspect that it was a sunfish.....also known as rock bass or crappie to some of you folks.
I had the pleasure of helping my 9 yr old nephew catch his first salmon this past summer. We were up before dawn, and trolling flies and lures on Moosehead Lake in Maine.
The look on his face when the salmon hit was beautiful. The look on his face whn we boated it in the Montauk was even better.Simple pleasures are the best, eh?
In my opinion, a religious experience.
posted 12-01-2001 06:17 PM ET (US)
I don't remember my first fish but my first fish picture is of a musky my dad caught that was as big as I was at three or four. It smacked me with it's tail, knocked me down, scared the hell out of me. We were wintering in Cederville MI while dad was blasting for their sewer lines in the early '70's. I have a picture of the woman who would become my wife catching her first bluegill. A year latter, we spent our first anniversary fishing pond bass in the rain! Hell of a sport, she is!!
posted 12-01-2001 08:00 PM ET (US)
Today my 4-year-old son caught is first fish! We were fishing on the Myakka River in Florida. He caught a trout and a sail cat. What fun to watch. He kept saying help me... help me.. I just let him do it on his own and he was able to bring it to the boat. I am mad at myself for not have a camera with me. We have a 23' outrage that I use for the Gulf fishing and I haven't taken him with me that far out to sea. A friend of mine asked if we would like to fish with him on the river in his pontoon boat, I thought this would be a good time to introduce my son Alex to fishing. Nothing like to smile on a young child’s face when they finally do catch their first fish. He now knows what tight-lines mean.
posted 12-06-2001 04:51 PM ET (US)
I caught my first fish when I was 4 in a 1972, 21 outrage, that is still in the family. I still love catching fish out of that boat, (and my 13 too) as everytime, I do, I remember that very day. Let's just say, I got hooked more than the fish!
posted 12-06-2001 08:11 PM ET (US)
I don't remember my first fish, though I think it was a largemouth bass caught on a small pond with a spinning outfit I received for my 10th Birthday. But, I DO remember my first Trout. It was back when I first started fly fishing in my late teens and was on the Farmington River in CT. In 1995 I eulogized that first trout in the following poem:
It laid upon the water, that ragged fly I tied; I had cast it toward a midstream rock where surely Trout would hide.
The fly, it drifted slowly as it neared the hidden lair, but currents played against my line, I just knew I would despair.
Then suddenly the surface splashed nearly scaring me to death, and, surprisingly, my fly was gone leaving me far short of breath.
I felt a tug then raised my rod as downstream he did streak taking line from my old reel while my knees became so weak.
He pulled, I eased, he eased, I pulled - this seemed to take forever, then with one final valiant leap he surrendered his endeavor.
I reeled him in and stared in awe as I eased him toward my net, he was the first I caught by fly, I would always be in debt.
So carefully I removed that hook admiring his every inch, he seemed to know I would put him back since he didn't even flinch.
Now every time I fish this stretch I seek him high and low, and pray that rainbow aged with me from thirty years ago.
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