First Fish

[revwardoc]

My first fish (I was 6) was what we call a "kivie" up here in MA, its actually a sunfish. It was a small one but felt like Moby Dick to me. Since then there've been a lot of fish, big and small, fresh and salt, but that first one...

I used to fish quite a bit when I was married for the first time but, after the divorce, its kinda rare for me to dip a line. Hmmm! Do you see a connection?

[DMZ-LT]

My first wife told me to quit fishing so much or she was leaving me - somedays I miss her :cl:

[SEATJERKER]

...tried to make the most of time yesterday as so many projects are kept swinging in the air as to keep me busy rather then the child, but ended up attempting to show him some history by bringing him to the ship (DE-766 USS SLATER) yesterday, but it was closed...

...So in turn, I had a pail of worms that I showed him how to collect the night before, (baskwash the pool filter for a few minutes, and flood a part of the lawn, and up come the nightcrawlers),so I took him to this small lake by the house, and attached one to a trout hook, and all of the bluegil in the lake came over to visit. within a minute, he had a nice 6" one tugging his line, and reeling, and flailing away for a bit, dragged it through the lily pads, and up on shore. stuck in little finger on the fins, and dropped it, flip, flop, flip floping all over...

...dehooked it, and turned it loose, caught several more as the heat was a little too much for him, but made sure HE caught the biggest one for memories...

...I went to my other garage last night for some minor work, and upon returning, he had the Mrs. sitting on a stump in the back yard with two sticks, (imaginary fishing poles with imaginary worms being attached), fishing in the dirt...

...seems to set the tone for a world of wondering...

...now I have to keep him out of my aquarium..............

[Tamaroa]

About 21 years ago, I took my dad and my daughter fishing. It was her first trip. Well as usual we caught next to nothing. However, my daughter got a bite and reeled in a sunny, her first fish. I asked her to hold the fish and let me take a photo of it.

Well, she held it, I snapped the photo and the fish wiggled. Angela screamed bloody murder, dropped the fish and nearly leaped over the side. I dropped the camera grabbed for her and all the while my father was laughing hysterically.

We still have a photo of her in her gear that day. A pair of denim coveralls, sandals and a Yankee cap with an upturned brim. It is one of my fondest memories.

Bill