03-06-2004, 06:29 PM
I remember my first
Twas a long long time ago,
I was a scared to my vary toes of getting in a boat, but my uncle was bound and determined to take me fishing...
His charm I remember, I could not resist, (comparable to a rusty nail) he whispered in to my ear inviting me to get in or he was going to put me in the boat with me kicking and screaming. looking around and seeing all the other kids boys and girls alike were getting in with out a fuss many younger than me, (I was 5)
Reluctantly I got in, but I had no pole to fish with. I remember not being vary happy about this, but still my uncle had the answer for this as well, he grabbed a stick from the ground before he got in the boat and handed it to me and said this was my new fishing pole. I was pissed to say the least. I wondered had my uncle been hanging his head over the deep end of the boat to long.
As we headed out to the lake and I asked him how far out we were going to fish and he replied not more than 20 feet from shore. Well we headed out towards the middle of the lake and I checked my life jacket to make sure it was on tight and held on for dear life. We road for what seemed for ever over the wake of other boats slowly but ever so steady, my uncle just looked straight ahead watching where he was going as if he had some designed purpose never looking in any direction or even directly at me.
Half-hour later we come to rest about 20 feet from shore, all the way on the other side of the lake!!! Uncle was full of surprises like that. We never knew what he was up to but it always had a pleasant effect on our lives.
He dropped anchor and said lets start fishing. and I looked at him bewildered as what I was supposed to do with a 5 foot long stick. He told me to hand him my pole after which he tied on piece of fishing line he striped from his pole and tied on a bopper and hook. I asked rather complainingly how am I going to cast with this? he replied saying we are not casting today we are fishing beside the boat.
He to fished beside the boat not casting. We must have sat there for hours pulling gill after gill. we filled a five gallon bucket full of 10 inch or better gills. I remember after we got back I counted the fish, 98 in all, uncle said to me not bad for your first day, 2 more and I would have caught my daily limit. I had out fished my uncle by 2 fish...
The next time I saw my uncle heading towards the boat with a pole in his hand, I grabbed my magic stick as he called it and was ready to go, it seemed that fishing overcame my fear of the water. and a stick in the hand is better than no fish at all...
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Twas a long long time ago,
I was a scared to my vary toes of getting in a boat, but my uncle was bound and determined to take me fishing...
His charm I remember, I could not resist, (comparable to a rusty nail) he whispered in to my ear inviting me to get in or he was going to put me in the boat with me kicking and screaming. looking around and seeing all the other kids boys and girls alike were getting in with out a fuss many younger than me, (I was 5)
Reluctantly I got in, but I had no pole to fish with. I remember not being vary happy about this, but still my uncle had the answer for this as well, he grabbed a stick from the ground before he got in the boat and handed it to me and said this was my new fishing pole. I was pissed to say the least. I wondered had my uncle been hanging his head over the deep end of the boat to long.
As we headed out to the lake and I asked him how far out we were going to fish and he replied not more than 20 feet from shore. Well we headed out towards the middle of the lake and I checked my life jacket to make sure it was on tight and held on for dear life. We road for what seemed for ever over the wake of other boats slowly but ever so steady, my uncle just looked straight ahead watching where he was going as if he had some designed purpose never looking in any direction or even directly at me.
Half-hour later we come to rest about 20 feet from shore, all the way on the other side of the lake!!! Uncle was full of surprises like that. We never knew what he was up to but it always had a pleasant effect on our lives.
He dropped anchor and said lets start fishing. and I looked at him bewildered as what I was supposed to do with a 5 foot long stick. He told me to hand him my pole after which he tied on piece of fishing line he striped from his pole and tied on a bopper and hook. I asked rather complainingly how am I going to cast with this? he replied saying we are not casting today we are fishing beside the boat.
He to fished beside the boat not casting. We must have sat there for hours pulling gill after gill. we filled a five gallon bucket full of 10 inch or better gills. I remember after we got back I counted the fish, 98 in all, uncle said to me not bad for your first day, 2 more and I would have caught my daily limit. I had out fished my uncle by 2 fish...
The next time I saw my uncle heading towards the boat with a pole in his hand, I grabbed my magic stick as he called it and was ready to go, it seemed that fishing overcame my fear of the water. and a stick in the hand is better than no fish at all...
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