fishin' with dad or grandpa?

[Wildcat94]

saw a post like this on another site and wanted to share with y'all...

how many you guys/gals got to fish with your dad memories??[fishin]
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[Wildcat94]

for me, my dad was never much of a fisherman, however i was fortunate to have a grandfather who loved to fish. He taught me how to catch trout at a very young age. when my parents divorced he stepped up as both a grandpa and a dad and passed on to me his love for the outdoors.

Fishing is more than just fishing, fishing takes all the worries of the world and puts me at ease, its my therapy.

Being a father of 2, I have had my kids fishing with me as much as possible. The summer of 2013 i was able to take my 2yr son out with me once a week chasing tigers and i was able to help him crank in some hogs. Also had a day where my 17month old daughter and 2 and a half yr old walked some shoreline and i was able to get a 42" tiger with them . Muskie fishing is my passion and i have passed it on to my little ones

I hope I can share my love and passion of this sport with them.
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[k2muskie]

Sums it up for me memorable trips to Canada and Minnesota with Grandpa and Grandma:

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[MasterDaad]

I go fishing with my father almost every Saturday morning during the season (usually with a couple of his Grandkids in tow). He's been a trout toller most of his life and I've added a few species to his "kill" list over the past few years.

We now mix in a few targeted trips at other species each year (Bass, Pike, etc).

Last year's highlight was reeling in two 25" Cutts simultaneously at Scofield.

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[RockyRaab]

I have only two dim memories of my paternal grandpa: The first is of us catching bullheads in a cattailed pond when I was no more than three. The second was when I found him dead in the outhouse not long after.
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[TubeDude]

[#0000FF]Neither of my grandfathers did much fishing...even though they both spawned large families of fishermen and hunters. I learned a lot from my uncles on both sides of the family.

My dad really did enjoy fishing and did get me set up and fishing at an early age. Then, in his declining years I was the one to take him fishing.

As I wrote in a tribute to him, shortly after his death from Alzheimers in 2003..."He was the first to put a rod in my hands and I was the last to put a rod in his." Kinda the way it should work, I think.
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[WiperMac]

[font "Calibri"]When we’re dead and gone memories will be all they have. To the generations above and below, thanks and I love you!!!![/font]
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[SkunkedAgain]

I don't really ever remember fishing with my Grandpa's, but I know they taught my Dad, who taught me and started my addiction.... Still love to fish with Dad he's my favorite fish'en buddy and I love to spend time with him even if the fish aren't biting we have a great time... Hope to continue to pester him to let other things go long enough to go chase the fish for a while... Great times, it doesn't get any better, unless we are chasing buck or bulls.... Later J
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[RILEYFISH]

I fished Bear lake with my Dad just this past Saturday. Had a great time. Look forward to getting out with him whenever I can.
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[Lonnie]

I guess I am the lucky one. I was raised by my granpa from the time I was 6 and he was 69. He was a fishing fool, we were raised on a dairy farm, and as soon as the cows were milked we headed for joes valley/seeley creek/ Huntington canyon/ Cleveland or millers flat, on any day I didn't have a little league game. We had an old station wagon which the back was always made up as abed. We would fish until after dark (mostly fly fishing) Then my younger brother and I would go sleep in the station wagon, and my grand dad would fish til well after dark. The destruction of the Huntington river drainage has been tough on me for this reason. Lots of memory's destroyed with that fire.
I spent most summer days waking up in the back of the station wagon.
I have tried to pass on that same love of hunting and fishing to my 5 kids. And now with my grandkids.
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[albinotrout]

I learned how to fish from my dad and still use many of the same techniques he showed me. He left us in 95' and still miss the days spent with him.
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[Kent]

I was fortunate to grow up fishing with my grandpa, grandma, father, mother, aunt and uncle. Many fond memories of fishing and camping with all of them.
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[GEEZER]

My Grandpa Hudson (Mom's father) wasn't a large man, standing just over 5'6" but to me, my brothers and sister that guy was ten feet tall and a yard wide. He taught all seven of us to love the outdoors and a super strong respect for wildlife and the laws protecting it. I seldom catch a large fish when his memory doesn't come flooding back almost like he's there with me. He may well be. I watched him time after time set me or one of my brothers up to beat him with more or bigger fish and he'd just about kill himself "bird dogging" deer to us so we could shoot the biggest one. I remember our last fishing trip together like it was yesterday even though it happened in late summer 1958. We went to McCoy creek in Spring Valley NV east of Ely. We would always fish upstream and "leapfrog" past each other to fish the next hole. Twice I watched him stop and fish a spot no self respecting fish would hang out so I'd have to pass him and get to fish a particularly good looking hole. I'm doing my best to carry on that legacy with my grandkids - with any kid I take fishing for that matter and have learned the joy his antics must certainly have given him. Gotta quit now. Eyes tearing up & can't see the screen worth a hoot.
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[300win]

I have been very lucky. I am still making memories with my father and children. I have lots of hunting memories and I am working on the fishing ones
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[FISH_STICK]

I have so many fond memories of going fishing with my dad. He taught me nearly everything I know about fishing; how to bait a hook, how to catch night crawlers, how to cast & how to hold my mouth just right. And although it took some years to learn, he taught me that the most important part of fishing wasn't catching fish, but making memories. We made lots: The last day out on the boat on strawberry before they poisoned it, we caught a full limit that day. The time we fished Scofield from the bank and the moon boots he was wearing cut off the circulation to his toes and his toe nails fell off. That time we drove the ATV across Scofield on the ice and nearly went through. Luckily it was just the top layer of frozen slush. The Merle Haggard tapes on the lake and Garrison Keillor on the drive home. My dad was a high school principal at East High and he lived for the weekends. The best years we would fish every weekend. From freezing on the banks one weekend to standing on three inches of ice the next. The two pictures I've attached include my dad's last two fishing trips. One in Key West in September 2012 and one from last April at Deer Creek. He was wheel chair bound in April. I pushed him all the way out from the Walsburg parking lot along the bank. Being that his strength had diminished so much from his cancer, I rigged him up with a worm knowing casting would be too difficult. After about 30 minutes of watching me catch fish on spinners, he insisted that we change his line to a spinner too. Being the obedient son I am, I rigged him up. Worried that he was going to get too frustrated trying to cast. After a few rough goes he finally was getting it out to the water. Not far enough to catch fish but far enough to appease his sense of pride. I'd be lying if I told you that what happened next wasn't a miracle... Fish on! We landed it. That 15 inch rainbow trout may just as well have been a 40 pound lake trout judging by the on my dad's face. He taught me one last lesson; it's not how far you can cast your line that matters, it's where it lands that does.
After that day his health began declining faster and faster. All those memories and more were relived as the days passed with nothing more to do than sit by his bedside and tell stories. My dad passed at the end of September. I haven't gone fishing once since that I don't say to myself or the people I'm fishing with 'Dad would have loved this!'
I'm jealous of those of you who still have that opportunity. Enjoy everybit of it.

Love ya Dad.
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[FISH_STICK]

This one should work.
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[tlspyder13]

One of the perks of being the oldest in a family is you have the best chance of fishing with the most generations. My grandfather just loved fishing even after loosing his dad to the snake river while fishing. Made him the man of the house at 15. Times were different back then. My younger brothers just don't have memories I do as they were too young at the time. They just remember him fishing beside grandma on the edge of a lake. Never the river fisherman he had always been. I watch my nieces and nephews and know they will never have the opportunities my kids have had as my wifes dad can no longer fish by himself or help them much. Parkinson's sucks. My dad is a little younger and still going strong which is nice. I think my brothers little ones one day will be like their dads and only remember grandpa fishing by grandma on the edge of a lake. Each year his trips up and down the stream get a little shorter and shorter. I guess the race is on. Time running out on one side. Time moving too slow to get old enough to remember on the other. Just some advantages of being the oldest.
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[Jazzperch1]

Yea fishing with the old man is great, cause heck if it weren't for him i wouldn't be the avid outdoors-man i am.
I never Got to fish with any of grandpas since my moms dad died in the 60's and my grandpa on my dads side passed away a week after i was born.
My dad got into fishing from his dad, when my grandpa was a kid in Germany he would go fishing all the time for fun and for table fare. My Grandpa on my dads side was your classic trout baiter but always had an intrigue for wanting to learn fly fishing.
When he unexpectedly passed at 54 my dad made it a plan to learn how to flyfish for him.
My dad still says " Grandpas with us today, Fishing should be good"
That transgressed into our passion for not only fly fishing but the great outdoors.
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[buckhunterhart]

I have really been lucky to have such a good relationship with my dad and a common love of the outdoors is definitely one of the foundation blocks. I grew up spending the summers on the Idaho side of Bear Lake valley chasing my dad around the many mountain streams, lakes and reservoirs in the area he was raised as a child. Somehow my dad spent his entire youth never having caught a fish out of big blue, but we changed that this last winter after doing the cisco disco and wetting a line off of the north end of the lake. He landed a couple of beautiful native cutts. Now that he is newly re-retired and I have bought a fishing boat we are looking forward to spending quite a few days out on the water. If all goes well we will be christening the new boat on big blue this weekend. We are new to fishing from a boat in general, and anyone who has any hints or tips for fishing Bear Lake this time of year would greatly be appreciated.
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[PBH]

Anyone who knows me or my brothers....


.....you can blame all of this on my grandpa! He gave the bug to my father, which was then passed on to us. He started something that won't be going away any time soon.

After coming home late from fishing one day, grandpa told an upset grandma:
"look, there are 3 things in this world: Fishing, beer, and you. As long as we keep them in that order we'll get along just fine..."

Good words of wisdom!

Grandpa took us kids fishing on streams that are no longer accessible to the general public. Places like the Weber River, Crooked Creek, Beaver Creek, and Silver Creek. That's where we learned.

Dad was taught on those same streams, but also spent many hours fishing places like City Creek, 3600 W. drain ditch, and Decker Lake.

Luckily for us, we had chance to fish with Grandpa, and we still get to enjoy the wisdom of having Dad tag along with us.

Grandpa ~1977:


Dad, 3600 West drain ditch:



Now it's time to pass things on to my own kids, and hopefully pass this bug on!
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