09-26-2022, 07:27 PM
I grew up in Ogden and my first fishing experience that I can remember was fishing a little creek in Cache valley called High Creek. In my case it was my brother who taught me how to fish. Our father would always take the family camping every year but he was not a much of a sportsman. I learned to fish a worm and a split shot on a spinning rod in the streams.
Our home in Ogden was only a couple of miles from the Ogden River where it ran through town. I would get on my bike and ride over to Lorin Farr Park where there was a foot bridge and a weir across the river. I would fish just below the weir in the plunge pool and catch small bluegill and occasional small bass.
When I got older a friend and I would get on our bikes and ride up to Pine View Reservoir in the early morning hour when it was still dark. We would usually fish until about noon then ride back home. Driving through that canyon now I'm not sure how we made it without getting run over. I just told my mom we were going fishing but never exactly where.
My first trout was on a backpacking trip with my brother to Four Lake Basin in the Uintah's. I was in junior high then and it was my first time spending time in the outdoors so far away from civilization. I remember when we got to the lake that my brother told me to go down and catch dinner while he put up the shelter halves for our camp. I caught a 14" cutthroat fishing with Pautzke salmon eggs under a bubble. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
Over thirty years ago my wife bought me a diawa fly rod outfit, rod, reel, line, and a couple of flies. She later told me that was the biggest mistake she had ever made.
Since then I have found so much enjoyment in fly fishing and just enjoying the outdoors because of fishing.
I used to fish with my brother every year in his boat in the Twin Falls area. I lost my brother last year and like Pat once said about his father, my brother was the first one to put a fishing pole in my hand and I was the last one to put a fishing pole in his.
Our home in Ogden was only a couple of miles from the Ogden River where it ran through town. I would get on my bike and ride over to Lorin Farr Park where there was a foot bridge and a weir across the river. I would fish just below the weir in the plunge pool and catch small bluegill and occasional small bass.
When I got older a friend and I would get on our bikes and ride up to Pine View Reservoir in the early morning hour when it was still dark. We would usually fish until about noon then ride back home. Driving through that canyon now I'm not sure how we made it without getting run over. I just told my mom we were going fishing but never exactly where.
My first trout was on a backpacking trip with my brother to Four Lake Basin in the Uintah's. I was in junior high then and it was my first time spending time in the outdoors so far away from civilization. I remember when we got to the lake that my brother told me to go down and catch dinner while he put up the shelter halves for our camp. I caught a 14" cutthroat fishing with Pautzke salmon eggs under a bubble. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
Over thirty years ago my wife bought me a diawa fly rod outfit, rod, reel, line, and a couple of flies. She later told me that was the biggest mistake she had ever made.
Since then I have found so much enjoyment in fly fishing and just enjoying the outdoors because of fishing.I used to fish with my brother every year in his boat in the Twin Falls area. I lost my brother last year and like Pat once said about his father, my brother was the first one to put a fishing pole in my hand and I was the last one to put a fishing pole in his.