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Go Fishing!

Posted Thursday, October 9, 2008, at 3:53 PM

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Here's my dad and my son, on my son's first fishing trip.
Even though it's fall, there are plenty of nice fishing days left. Just ask my 4-year-old son. Better yet, ask my dad.

The three of us went fishing today. It was a much-looked-forward to trip. It was my son's first fishing trip. No fish were caught, but a special moment between three generations was shared.

Now, I don't especially care for fishing, but I do especially care for my son and his grandpa and I don't mind at all hiking around the lake and so forth, so I looked forward to the trip almost as much as the guys did.

For weeks, my son has been honing his casting skills, and finally he was ready. Grandpa and he went through a whole preparing to fish ritual, checking the tackle box, digging for worms, gathering the poles.

Off to the lake we went, and Tony proudly produced his 3-foot long Lightning McQueen fishing rod, complete with orange bobber and carefully secured hook. He then became the Official Carrier of the Tub o' Worms, leading the procession to the spot he and Grandpa had scouted the day before. On that day, a host of bluegill had been gathered amongst an area of rocks and weeds, so the hope was that they'd be likely to be there today. They weren't, but it didn't diminish the moment at all.

It was so much fun. I'm so glad I didn't miss this moment. I hope I can be there for THE FIRST CATCH as well.

Do you remember YOUR first fishing trip?


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Dad took us fishing a lot when we were little, too. There are some great memories and my sister really loves it. Not sure if she loves it as much as supernaturally, but she does love it. They love to camp overnight and fish all night for catfish.

-- Posted by Lynn A. Wade, Nevada Daily Mail editor on Tue, Oct 14, 2008, at 7:16 PM

It's hard to tell when my first fishing trip was. My dad took me and my brother and sister ever since we could hold a pole - probably while sitting in a walker. I caught em, killed em and cut em. We used to open their stomaches to determine their last meal - sometimes it was my hook. Yes I'm a girl and yes, I'm a tomboy. I even once "noodled" a catfish. If you've never done that, it's something you should try - not for the faint! Those fishing trips have made an impression on me. I still love to go fishing and I can't wait to pass it on to my boys.

-- Posted by supernaturally on Tue, Oct 14, 2008, at 1:26 PM

Thanks for sharing your experience. Memories goes a long way for us and it will be lasting for young ones. I am not much a fisherman myself, although raised on a farm, I do remember fishing in several of our ponds. I didn't remember catching much but it was fun, there was other interesting animal life that thrives in the pond, and thats captured my attention rather than fishing.

-- Posted by Chris Jones, Production Manager on Thu, Oct 9, 2008, at 5:26 PM


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