06-10-2006, 05:05 AM
Everyone that has picked up a fishing pole has a particular instance that they will never forget. Something that happened that was either really funny, special, or unique that sets than memory appart from all others. I want to know what you'res is.
My special moment is very easy. When I first met my wife to be, I was
to find out that her dad had Enfazeema. He use to have a passion for hunting, but obviously he wasn't able to do that anymore. He'd been fishing a few times before, but for just small bream and things like that. I started taking him out on my boat, LOL, basically to just butter him up so he wouldn't want to kick my ass if I hurt his daughters feelings. (this was early in the relationship) One thing i've noticed very distinctly is the look in a mans eyes when he has nothing to live for anymore. It's a tragic thing. A man needs something in his life to look foward to, and when a man looses that, the cold gaze in his eyes is enough to send a shiver down your spine.
This particular morning, the weather was generally crappy and we didn't expect to catch much. The bream weren't bitting, but we managed to catch 6 or 7; enough for bait. About the time we pulled under the bridge, it started raining, we had gotten there just in time to keep dry. He had not caught anything to much amount up to this point, but that was about to change. LMAO[sly] I got the smallest bream out of the live well for him for bait because I wanted the larger ones for my rod. Funny how that worked out. He Landed two nice flathead cats, around 15 or 20 pounds with in 15 minutes of each other, and me, with my "big" bait, hadn't gotten a bite. He baited up after the second, and patiently casted out his line and relaxed in the seat as he fired up a smoke. 30 minutes went by, and his reel took off like a bat out of hell. Jim landed a 50+ pound flathead after about a 10 minute fight on his C4. From that moment on, I could actually see a t
le in his eye I never saw before. I gave that man something that day, I gave him hope, I gave him something to look foward too.
Fishing is more than a sport my friends, it gives a young man a dream, and an old man hope. [cool]
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My special moment is very easy. When I first met my wife to be, I was

This particular morning, the weather was generally crappy and we didn't expect to catch much. The bream weren't bitting, but we managed to catch 6 or 7; enough for bait. About the time we pulled under the bridge, it started raining, we had gotten there just in time to keep dry. He had not caught anything to much amount up to this point, but that was about to change. LMAO[sly] I got the smallest bream out of the live well for him for bait because I wanted the larger ones for my rod. Funny how that worked out. He Landed two nice flathead cats, around 15 or 20 pounds with in 15 minutes of each other, and me, with my "big" bait, hadn't gotten a bite. He baited up after the second, and patiently casted out his line and relaxed in the seat as he fired up a smoke. 30 minutes went by, and his reel took off like a bat out of hell. Jim landed a 50+ pound flathead after about a 10 minute fight on his C4. From that moment on, I could actually see a t

Fishing is more than a sport my friends, it gives a young man a dream, and an old man hope. [cool]
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