Thread: Who Planted the Fishing Seed in Your Life?

The seed sower in my life was James E Ayers, my dad. Friday afternoon he'd come home from work, pick me an that ole pickle jar up, an we'd be off to the swamp to find leeches. Saturday mornings around daybreak, dad would be rowing us out to our channel cat an bluegill hotspot. Our rod of choice were twenty foot cane poles. Not only could dad cross the eyes of the biggest cat, but they came in handy as push poles when navigating the skinny water. Try that with a B & M. Dad used a rock from the bank an drove nails thru a burlap sack an into the wooden gunnel for our live well. Never remember a trip out that we didn't slip a few in that sack for dinner. On the trip back in, dad let me stand between his knees an I'd help him row. Oh what I wouldn't give for one more of those mornings.

Dad took this this picture of me an my first fish in 1955. He told me the reason it was so ragid an worn was because he'd worn it out passing it back an forth across the fence, showing it to the neighbors.

It would be my paternal grandfather. He passed away when I was 10 but the memories of him left a lasting impression. He and Grandma had a cottage on a lake about 2 hours north of here. He was a busy farmer but about every other weekend he would pick me up on his way to the lake. He and grandma would spend most of the morning of Saturdays mowing lawn, maintenance etc. but first he would get me started catching bluegills, sunfish and perch off the end of his dock.....then he'd tend to his duties. Saturday evening and Sunday morning he'd take me out in his boat fishing, then pack up about noon to head home.

About 2 years ago I asked my dad if I could have my grandpas 5 horse Evinrude outboard motor. Dad let me have it, so now I have the motor he and I would be fishing together with all those years ago. My dad was too busy farming to ever take me fishing, but my older brother became my teacher after Grandpa passed away. Every time I go fishing I still think about my Grandpa Clare, I'm trying to be that same inspiration to my grand kids.

My grandpa, dad and 2 of my great uncles. From the time i was 5 until i was about 17 I spent every weekend at green river or Cumberland.

My grandfather introduced me to addictive Fishing and hunting before I could walk.....I miss him every day.

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My grandfather introduced me to addictive Fishing and hunting before I could walk.....I miss him every day.

Nice responses guys! This is why I felt like starting this thread. Pretty cool seeing who impacted our lives with good old wholesome fishing. I bet it kept us from taking other paths in our lives that led to trouble.

Just goes to show that taking a little time with our kids now will pay off later in their lives.

Good thread....

My dad worked hard all the years we were growing up by one thing he always took the time to take me and my brother fishing. Not only take us but show us how to fish some of the fondest memories is on the bank of a pond or in that 14 ft vbow catching bluegill
My granddad was also one that always took time to take us. We should set on the bank of the slough pond. And fish for what ever was biting that day.
As I grow older I realize it wasn't about the catching it was all about the time spent with them and the memories that can never be taken away.
So take someone and pass this great tradition and way of life on to the next generation!!

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