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Who got me involved in fishing:
My Father
Favorite Fishing Story:
There are so many but... One time when I was a kid I was fishing with my father at a place in New Jersey. Not so sure where that place is now but it was below a small *** that flowed into a river. Below the *** there was a deep pool and my father only wanted to relax, drop a line with corn and take a nap on the shore. I on the other hand felt a bit more adventurous and asked if we can get some worms and fish for trout. He got annoyed with me saying, "Corn is good enough" and we had an argument. I, as kids do, stormed off in a huff with pole in hand. I wasn't going to sit with that grumpy old man if I had a choice so I ventured down stream turning rocks along the way looking for worms. About fifteen minutes later and out of eye sight of my dad I found something in the river. It was a worm. It must have been a night crawler but it was long dead. It didn't move except for the current pushing it around and it was a ghastly white color. I picked it right up and to my surprise it did not fall apart in my hand, as a matter of fact it was very firm. I threw it on my hook. Now at that time I had not yet baited a hook, cast the line or caught a trout on my own. My father was always helping me to do one thing or another. This time it was all me. My line was in the water no more than thirty seconds before the fish hit it. It was one of the longest retrievals in my fishing life. The main thing running through my mind was, "Don't loose this fish. Don't loose it.” I didn't. I pulled in a fourteen inch Rainbow Trout. My smile was so wide that my jaw hurt for about a week. Then upon returning to my father, well let's just say that I still haven't achieved that level of pride. It wasn't so much that I was proud of myself but that my father’s eyes lit up with pride when I returned. He knew then that I was becoming a fisherman. Shortly after we went down the road and bought some worms. I don't think we caught anything else the entire day. It was a good day.
Best Fishing Joke:
Not a joke but a magazine add. It was an add for a very small fishing reel (3" long) and the line under the reel read, "When was the last time you could brag about something only three inches long." Very funny.
