Thread: Who Planted the Fishing Seed in Your Life?

My dad started me coming down to Ky Lake when I was six. My grandpa Joe retired from the railroad after 36 years as a train engineer to run a charter boat out of Sausalito, Ca. Honeymooned at Moors in 1978 in my dads 1972 Jayco popup....if this Jayco's rockin don't bother knockin!! As you can tell the nut didn't fall far from the tree!! My boat is now named the "Tom Swift" after my grandpa's boat.
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My dad and grandpa. They always had time to take me fishing. Both are home with the Lord.
Thank you for getting me hooked on fishing!
Bassky

My grandfather planted the fishing seed, watered it and nurtured it for many years! Bluegill on a fly rod in the evenings, running trot lines 3 times a day, and trolling for stripes when it got way hot in the summer.
But the crappie addiction was something that started earlier in the year, and added more time with my grandparents at the lake. Mom would drop me off every Friday evening after school and then come get me on Sunday evenings. This started in February and went till school was out. We fished and studied maps on where to put brush piles. We shot pool up at the rec center and lived it up.
One of his famous one liners was "no excuses, just put em' in the boat."
Papa passed just few years ago, no doubts he is looking down upon me, laughing when I miss one, cringing when I cross their eyes setting the hook, and I hear him saying no excuses, just put em' in the boat!

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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....