Hard to forget the first catch for me. We would go to Vero Beach, Florida every summer where my great grandparents lived around the block from a canal network. Second cast with my dad and I get snagged so my dad takes the pole and starts walking up and down the shore yanking on it when it comes free up pops a eel that was almost the length of me on the end of it. So he gives me the rod and lets me fight it in. Once on shore he snaps a picture of me holding it up. The picture says on the back I was 3 at the time of the catch. After that I was the one hooked!
I was just a tike...someone in my family always rented or owned a cottage on Lake Orion (back when it was "up North"...lol). I have pictures of me when I was 2 years old fishing off the dock with a cane pole, a coffee can of worms, a diaper and a smiley face t-shirt...those were the days...
Age was around 4 or 5..
I remember fishing in what I think was part of the Salt River behind the Kolbing Gereman part on Sugarbush. Back then the water was high and we caught a few perch...
Years later I use to go to the foot of Alter on the Detroit river on my bike with my buddies and catch sheephead, walleyes, some perch...
My next door neighbor use to take me perch fishing on Lk. Erie when I was a kid living in Monroe.
Then my granparents started taking me up to Houghton Lk. and into Canada for a week every summer. I was probably 7-8yrs old when i jerked my first perch!!
Probably about 5-6yrs ago I wrote a 3 page letter to that old man who has since passed away, but I reminesced about our "fishing trips" and all the cool memories of growing up next door to him.
He gave me my 1st pocket knife (i still have it) and he use to give all the kids in the neigborhood popsicles all the time....he was built like a 5' tall fire hydrant and had snow white hair and always had a cigar in his mouth.....a true human cartoon character....he was a clone of "Santa Claus"....anyway..I filled him in on everything I had done since our family moved away and told him about my involvement in tournament fishing/cartooning/family life..etc..etc. I included some pix's and cartoons etc..etc..It was a very cool letter if I do say so.....I never heard back from him until I saw his widow at my Dad's funeral...she told me that he read that letter over and over and it affected him very deeply....she went on to tell me that he lost a leg due to diabetes and was in failing health for a number of years and he just never got around to writing me back but for the last couple years he was alive he was always talking about how much he liked me when i was that young.....he LOVED to fish too and I can honestly credit him for helping to plant that seed in me!
He was a cool dude,...and I'd be willing to bet he was the first person to take me out on a boat in Erie.....(and still to this day I hate wearing those big dorky orange life vests!!..LOL!!)
Thanks for the memories Mr.Bert!! We'll meet again someday, I'm sure!! Fish on!!
I thought about this same question when my son was 2-3 years old. Took him fishing when he was 3. He casted and reeled in his own 3 ft pole all day. First fish was a 10 in crappie under a bobber which i mounted for him as a memory of his first fish. Even though i can not remember when my first fish happened, i hope that he will want to have the pictures and video of his first fish when he gets older.
MAc that is an awesome story. My mom was the first to take me, I keep asking her to go, but she doesnt want to. I will get her this summer. I aint gonna tell her were going.....then I will just pull into Metro and fish from the docks.
Basshawk, another great story. I would kill for pictures of my first fish, let alone video!
I was about 5 or 6 my uncle took me out to Fair Haven to fish off a dock. I caught a 12.5" Bluegill. I was so proud of my fish, my uncle put the whole thing in the freezer so I could show my dad. That was all it took.
I grew up by 10 mile and Jefferson. So when I hit 10 years old I spent most my time in the summer fishing. I use to fish all over the place even in the marinas. The only thing any body would say to me was "ya catchin any thing". Now a days the only thing you would here is YOUR UNDER ARREST. Thats the problem now, there is not many places a kid can fish.
Around 5 yrs old used to go to Pennsylvania to spend the summer with my Great Grandfather and we would go Brooktrout fishing in this creek that was down the road from his house. He was the most patient man I have ever been around, did'nt matter how many trees I snagged he never got mad. I still have his lucky fishing hat after all these years.
The first time that I went saltwater fishing I was about 7 and the first fish I caught was a puffer fish I reeled this thing in and the next thing you know it blows up like a balloon with thorns, scared the heck out of me, I looked at my Dad and he says to me " I'm not touching that" just then it flipped off the hook, man was I relieved.
I was 3-4 years old. Caught a bluegill, fishing off of the bridge by my grandfathers farm. I was using a stick, string and a safety pin. Even then, I had to furish my own redworms. Dug them out of the garden, killing most of plants in the green bean row. Thank god I caught a fish, it kept me from getting smacked for ruining the green beans.
I took both of my boys fishing when they were 3 years old at Spencer Park in Rochester Hills. You can throw in a bare hook and catch a small bluegill there. Kids loved it. Now they want all the high tech gear. It's costing me a fortune.
I must have been 4 or 5 when my folks took us fishing to Clear Lake somewhere up-north. I remember fishing with my Mother for bluegill with cane poles and bobbers. I recall catching a beautiful sunfish and can still remember the happy expression on my Moms face while she was wearing a cooley hat to keep the sun off. I remember taking my daughter ice fishing on Newburg Lake when she was 4 and we had a blast. She was hooked for life and we still fish to this day. Took her last year to Erie where we put in 2 limits of `eyes in 1/2 an hour. I let her reel them all in. She`s 26 now and expecting her first child and my 1st grandchild. I got my son into angling when he was 5 and when he was a few years older we would fish the walleye tournaments sponsored from work. His first year of the tourney I took 1st and he took 6th. Once he got that prize money there was no way he wasn`t gonna fish the tournament with Dad every year after that LOL. The following year he missed out on 1st by 1/8th of an inch. We fished the tourny for another 6 years and always finished in the top ten. He loves those feisty StClair smallmouth and at times has outfished dear ole Dad.