I recently asked our Facebook friends to share their earliest fishing memory, and I was shocked by the response. In less than 18 hours we had received more than 120 comments, and I’d say that about 90 percent of the stories recounted trips or time on the water spent with a parent, uncle or another family member.
I’ve always said that fishing isn’t just about catching a fish. Fishing is about spending time with friends or family, and it’s intimate time. And by intimate, I’m not saying cue the porn music, I’m saying you’re with a few people on a boat out in the ocean. You’re enclosed in a small space and there’s no getting away from each other, and that’s actually a good thing (most of the time). There are few distractions on the boat, and you never know what you’re going to find out there on the water — or even when walking the shore for that matter.
My earliest fishing memory was on a little lake in a state park in upstate New York.
I had recently learned how to cast and my dad made me my very own rod. It was a spinning rod that he built over the winter. We picked out the guides and colors together and he wrapped it himself — just for me. That rod is actually still alive today. Anyway, I put on a worm and a bobber and sent out a cast. I somehow got a loop in the line on the spool so I opened up the bail and started to pull off line until I got the loop out. Then I started to reel the slack back in, and to my amazement, it came tight to a fish! It was a little yellow perch, but it was the very first fish I had ever caught entirely on my own. I can vividly recall the sense of accomplishment that overtook me, and Dad was super proud. I have a photo of me with that fish that Dad framed up a few years back. It’s a great memory.
Over the years my family had many boats, a 17-foot Glastron, a 36-foot Trojan and a 40-foot Luhrs to name a few. And for the most part, my sister and mom didn’t want anything to do with the boats, so it was me, Dad and his buddies. Even as a teenager, when it felt like I had nothing in common with my father and little to talk about, we still had fishing. And we still do to this day.
To everyone who shared a memory on Facebook, I thank you and I enjoyed reading them. Some were funny such as the story sent in by Mark Terry about a fish he caught as a kid that didn’t it make it on a stringer.
I also got a kick out of this one from Morgana Faye McFadden.
But I have to say that of all the stories up on the Bloodydecks Facebook page (www.facebook.com/Bloodydecks), this one, shared by Esvin Hernandez is my favorite. Your dad sounds like a great guy, Esvin. We could all use someone like him in our lives.
Congratulations Esvin, we’ll be sending you a swag package. And, we plan on giving away more goodies. Get on our Facebook page and “like” your favorite story. The story with the most likes next week will also win some BD swag. Thanks again for sharing your stories, they inspired me and I think I’ll take the old man out fishing this weekend. I suggest you do the same.