My grandmother turned me on to fishing when I was 3 yrs old. She had permission to fish almost every stock pond for a 50 mile radius. I can remember one day a man gave her some rubber worms and her using them on a cane pole doodle sockin holes in the grass. Caught my 1st big bass when i was 6 on a zeco 33 she weighted 7 lbs by her old cotten scales. Man I miss those days.
Like you I started fishing when I was 3 or as they said when I was old enough to sit with out falling over. All this made me stop and think about all the times I have had fishing and the things that my dad taught me even tho he was only a bank fisherman.
It's been 50 years now, where did the time go?
The one thing I regret is that my dad died when I was 19 and just before I got my first real boat. I sure wish I could have repaid him for all he did for me, but some how I think he is in my boat everytime I go out. It is not the same but it is a good thought.
50 years of living it, loving it, learning it and still doing it!