What is the first fish you remember catching

[baitman]

My first memory of fishing was when I was about 5 years old. It was a thrill to get up while it was still dark outside. Mom made me a thermos full of hot chocolate and Dad a thermos of coffee.

Dad took me out to Winchester Bay, with a fishing buddy of his. It was also my first time in a boat! Well long story short, I pulled in a sunfish. Ah what a great experience! To cap off the day, Mom fried up the fish and I got to eat the Sunfish. Dad said it was my catch and my dinner. Yum-yum!

I still think of that day often when I am fishing, even some 40 years later. Best time I ever had.

baitman
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[Fishpole]

i was about 9 yr old, i'm sure i had caught fish before this but, momma. daddy and i were in a little 14 foot alumicraft, with 25 elgin outboard drifting mud creek near scottboro, AL . i remember unrolling my cane pole hook first in the water and low and behold a crappie had bit that big gold aberdeen hook without any minnow on it. Them was the days. I sure miss the old guy, and man old man how crappie fishin' has changed

[kurtis08]

im 16 and i dont really remember the absolute first fish but i do remember the first crappie that i ever caught. i was fishing with family at a local lake (kiser lake st. paris ohio) and i was fishing with worms and a bobber. which i was young and bored with the fish not biting. when i looked down in the water and there was a dead minnow so i picked it up and put it on my hook. well in a few min.s i was reeling in the coolest fish that i had ever seen (it was shiny). And i liked it, so we went to the lakes bait shop got some minnows and didnt catch another thing. i was a good day though. and as a matter a fact i still go to this lake, im going there this weekend to try to catch that darn fish again although this time he's not being thrown back in. yummy crappie sure do taste good.

[fish.on]

When I was knee high to a short grasshopper we lived by a creek that was dammed up close to some Rail-Road tracks. At the bottem of the dam was a wallowed out hole from the force of the water pounding it for so many years. One year (late spring, early summer) we had a long dry spell and some big catfish had got caught in that hole. I tied one end of my slipover shirt up and waded in there and caught several of them catfish. I started doing that after every rainfall when the water went down. I overheard my Dad tell Mom that he was concerned as none of the fish I was bringing home had any hook marks in there mouth. From then on I carried a hook with me and placed a hole in their mouth. I'm sure I caught fish before then but these are the ones I remember.

[eastkycrappie]

I don't remember my first fish but I am sure it was a crappie. THe more important story for me is my oldest sons first fish. I was earlier this year, my wife and I took our three kids out to the lake and my parents went with us. WE were only there for about ten mins when his bobber went under he set the hook and pulled in a 10 inch bass. He was as proud as anything I had ever seen. He still looks at my wife when we go fishing and tells her she is mad because he caught one and she didn't that day.

[breadboy]

I was 10 and got my first baitcaster. I tied a bass jig (1/2 oz) and slinged it out. Bumped it across the bottom and one big bump came up. I had a fish! I reeled it in and it was a 1 3/4 pound white crappie! On my first cast! My dad took a pic of it and me, and I released it. I will never forget that one!

[CrappieLips]

I was about 10 my grandfater and grandmother an i were fishing for crappie and i pulled in a slab my grandfather was all excited kept hollering keep it in the water, don't pull it up, he got the net and got it it weighed 2 1/2 pounds and was 15" long. there were lots of other times with my granddad i cherish those days with pawpaw.

[crappiefishergirl]

i've caught many little bream but the fish that got me going was caught with my cane pole. my parents would take me with them fishing. dad with his open reel. mom with her zebco. i had a 6 foot can pole with fishing line and a "bumble bee" jig (the jig was yellow with black stripes and had a yellow feather tail).
my parents were casting here and there not catching much. i was dipping my bumble bee in the water here and there just trying to past the time. then i saw a bass flip out of the water under a tree. my parents both casted towards it and caught nothing but branches. i flipped my line under the tree and caught it ! i have no idea how big it was but i do remember how much fun it was to fight with it to pull it in. i probably had about 5 ft of line on my pole.

[okiefish]

wow, this brings back good memories.
I grew up in western new york and used to go visit my Grandmother who lived in Celeron , on Lake Chautaqua.
We fished off the old concrete break water where Celeron Park once stood. My Dad worked there as a kid and had great stories about how big it was and how many people visited the park.
We fished with worms we gathered as we "flashlighted" the night before.
My pole was a 7' piece of 1/4 round moulfing with braided nylon cord, a wine cork for a bobber ,,lol My brothers and I caught huge stringers of sun perch and lake perch, sometime numbering over 100 fish!
Dad got us serated steak knives and said,,"you caught em' you clean them"...
The 3 of us cleaned fish for what seemed like hours and had a great fish fry of pan fried sunfish and lake perch.
GrandMa sure enjoyed seeing us so excited and she also enjoyed the fish fry too.

[labill]

It does bring back memories! I hadn't thought of my first fish in decades. We lived in Houma LA at the time, I was only 5 about to turn 6. I was a skinny little f*#t and one day my dad wanted to take my brother and I down to the canal, just a half block from the house, and get us started fishing. After an hour, bait was almost gone, hadn't caught anything, but my older brother had a few potasa and an eel. Dad said he would get another box of worms just a couple of bait stands away, he told me to hang on if I got a bite and don't let go!! Well, my brother went a ways down the canal when I had a hard pull on my cane pole. The ground was wet due to a rain the night before, and the fish was slowly dragging me to the canal, and I'm digging ditches with my heels and rearend in the mud, getting worried I may get drowned or eaten. An elderly black man saw my struggle, and rushed to offer help, asking if he needed to help me. I said I can't because Dad said not to let go of the pole! The man said he would hold me under my arms and wouldn't touch the pole, and I was glad!! Shortly after that my Dad came running up and we all got the fish out of the water. Turned out to be a Gaspar Gou, almost as tall as I was, and even heavier. After I bragged to my brother how good a fisherman I was, and after showing everyone in hollering distance my prize, I asked my Dad if I could give it to the man that kept me from being pulled in the canal. I saw tears come to his eyes as soon as I said it, and knew instinctively I was doing the right thing. He had a lifetime of good things to teach me, and he did. Mechanics, building, electricity, respect, honesty, and love of our fellow man. He had many more things to teach us, but he left us 13 years ago. I guess this is what I wanted to remember more than the fish, may God bless him.