KB
06-02-99, 01:46 AM
Who You Fish With
I've been reading this board for…. well, I guess about two years now, and never has a thread intrigued me as this one. The true root of fishing has come out here. This time it got personal. This time the differences between fly flingers, bait casters, and spin fishers were set aside. I see a true reflection of what fishing for trout has been to me.
Family has been an important companion for a lot of you. All of the days days spent with our Dads, siblings, and other relatives are irreplaceable. I can't help to remember the time nearly 20 years ago when my dad was teaching me to flyfish in an old farm pond we lived near. I sat in the front of our 12-foot green johnboat crying because I just lost the monster Large Mouth B****we had been fishing for all day; all because I failed to tie my leader on correctly. He reminds me of that every time we go fishing.
Friends have been important to our fishing as well. The competition of who caught the biggest or the most. The plots and ploys of finding that "perfect fishing hole". My best friend Harold and I used to sit at the edge of a dock at Bald Ridge Marina on Lake Lanier (believe me, it aint what it used to be) and catch Carp with canned corn and the ole Zebco outfit. We'd end up eatin' half the corn and have to go chase crickets or dig up worms to catch any fish. We finally learned one day that the biggest fish would take a black cricket swimming across the cove. First problem was, how could you get a cricket to do that on a hook. Second problem was, the two girls our age in the campsite next to us looked like they needed something to do. We never learned how to float a real cricket with a Zebco rod-n-reel.
The most common response was fishing solitaire. Ahhh, now to the roots, the solitude, those moments away from it all. I love fishing with my dad. His constant wisdom of what the fish will be biting and why. The endless antics and good times with my brother and my friends. But nothing compares with a day on the creek with me. With no one else do I see as many deer, as many Turkey, identify as many birds, and catch as many wild trout, as I do when I'm alone. I don’t think I choose to fish alone, I think I just end up going fishing when I need to. Sometimes I need to find that "perfect hole", other times I just want to see if I can float a cricket in just the right way. I assure you, I always tie my leader on tight.
Now, I have another fishing companion. My two year old little girl Emma. She is already fascinated with fishing with flies and watching birds. Now I just have to figure how to get the boys in the campsite next to me interested in a can of corn.
Tight Lines,
KB
I've been reading this board for…. well, I guess about two years now, and never has a thread intrigued me as this one. The true root of fishing has come out here. This time it got personal. This time the differences between fly flingers, bait casters, and spin fishers were set aside. I see a true reflection of what fishing for trout has been to me.
Family has been an important companion for a lot of you. All of the days days spent with our Dads, siblings, and other relatives are irreplaceable. I can't help to remember the time nearly 20 years ago when my dad was teaching me to flyfish in an old farm pond we lived near. I sat in the front of our 12-foot green johnboat crying because I just lost the monster Large Mouth B****we had been fishing for all day; all because I failed to tie my leader on correctly. He reminds me of that every time we go fishing.
Friends have been important to our fishing as well. The competition of who caught the biggest or the most. The plots and ploys of finding that "perfect fishing hole". My best friend Harold and I used to sit at the edge of a dock at Bald Ridge Marina on Lake Lanier (believe me, it aint what it used to be) and catch Carp with canned corn and the ole Zebco outfit. We'd end up eatin' half the corn and have to go chase crickets or dig up worms to catch any fish. We finally learned one day that the biggest fish would take a black cricket swimming across the cove. First problem was, how could you get a cricket to do that on a hook. Second problem was, the two girls our age in the campsite next to us looked like they needed something to do. We never learned how to float a real cricket with a Zebco rod-n-reel.
The most common response was fishing solitaire. Ahhh, now to the roots, the solitude, those moments away from it all. I love fishing with my dad. His constant wisdom of what the fish will be biting and why. The endless antics and good times with my brother and my friends. But nothing compares with a day on the creek with me. With no one else do I see as many deer, as many Turkey, identify as many birds, and catch as many wild trout, as I do when I'm alone. I don’t think I choose to fish alone, I think I just end up going fishing when I need to. Sometimes I need to find that "perfect hole", other times I just want to see if I can float a cricket in just the right way. I assure you, I always tie my leader on tight.
Now, I have another fishing companion. My two year old little girl Emma. She is already fascinated with fishing with flies and watching birds. Now I just have to figure how to get the boys in the campsite next to me interested in a can of corn.
Tight Lines,
KB