03-25-2005, 07:55 PM
I grew up in Redondo Beach, California, right near the King Harbor Marina. I would daily see people come in off the boats with all kinds of fish including big sharks, octopuses, stingrays, and barracudas, but that wasn't a fishing trip but a daily experience while born and raised there for 26 years.
Best fishing trip? I was seven years old with my dad up at Lake Gregory in the San Bernardino mountians. There was a good sized sort of a inlet where fish would be hiding from all that boat traffic and in the timbers. I would outfish my father, and brag the living daylights about it to my mother and my father saying, "I'm the best fisherman in the world" blah over and over, and showing off a huge string of fish to anybody who walked by our cabin. My dad yelled and screamed at me to "shut up and to be humble!!!" My mother smirked at him, and said, "is it true that Paul always outfish you everywhere you take him...?" My dad was clearly agitated and frustrated (he's not the outdoor type after spending all his life in a bank) but relented to appease me and my mother by saying, "yeah it's true..." and congratulated me on my fishing skills. He has since taken me up in the mountians about 15 more times before he gave up the notion of being the better fisherman... my dad may not be the best fisherman, but he sure is the best father I could ever ask for, to be able to take me up in the mountians, he did that just for me and to be a good fatherly example.
My father doesn't fish anymore, I have tried to coax him to come and fish with me on my boat, but he still doesn't want to anymore. I asked my mother why he stopped fishing. She said that she had to force my father to take me fishing and to be my fishing pal even when he was very reluctant to go fishing... I guess he saw that during my childhood years that I was more important than money that he counted in the bank. So my best memories all happened on the lake...
There was a time when my father took me up to Mammoth Mountians and there was a hot fly fishing spot and I was seeing people catch fish all the time. I asked my father to go, he was terrified by all the rules in the proclamation, and bordered on paranoid of being busted by a game officer there so he never took me fly fishing on the river which was ok by me because I caught lots of trout up there, again I outfished my father
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I still send my father photographs of my trophy fish which he would enlarge it and put in a picture frame for his home office.
I would give anything to convince my father to get on my boat one of those days and hold a rod once more...
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Best fishing trip? I was seven years old with my dad up at Lake Gregory in the San Bernardino mountians. There was a good sized sort of a inlet where fish would be hiding from all that boat traffic and in the timbers. I would outfish my father, and brag the living daylights about it to my mother and my father saying, "I'm the best fisherman in the world" blah over and over, and showing off a huge string of fish to anybody who walked by our cabin. My dad yelled and screamed at me to "shut up and to be humble!!!" My mother smirked at him, and said, "is it true that Paul always outfish you everywhere you take him...?" My dad was clearly agitated and frustrated (he's not the outdoor type after spending all his life in a bank) but relented to appease me and my mother by saying, "yeah it's true..." and congratulated me on my fishing skills. He has since taken me up in the mountians about 15 more times before he gave up the notion of being the better fisherman... my dad may not be the best fisherman, but he sure is the best father I could ever ask for, to be able to take me up in the mountians, he did that just for me and to be a good fatherly example.
My father doesn't fish anymore, I have tried to coax him to come and fish with me on my boat, but he still doesn't want to anymore. I asked my mother why he stopped fishing. She said that she had to force my father to take me fishing and to be my fishing pal even when he was very reluctant to go fishing... I guess he saw that during my childhood years that I was more important than money that he counted in the bank. So my best memories all happened on the lake...
There was a time when my father took me up to Mammoth Mountians and there was a hot fly fishing spot and I was seeing people catch fish all the time. I asked my father to go, he was terrified by all the rules in the proclamation, and bordered on paranoid of being busted by a game officer there so he never took me fly fishing on the river which was ok by me because I caught lots of trout up there, again I outfished my father![
][]I still send my father photographs of my trophy fish which he would enlarge it and put in a picture frame for his home office.
I would give anything to convince my father to get on my boat one of those days and hold a rod once more...
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