Who Planted the Fishing Seed in Your Life?
Sitting around the house on this cold day has me wanting to go fishing pretty bad. Sometimes I get to thinking about how the fishing seed got planted in my life. Instantly I think of grandpa's old 50's model aluminum tri hull boat and camping at Green River Lake. We spent summers there eating Vienna sausages on the boat and camping at Lone Valley.
We've come a long way since those days with Ranger boats, Lowrance HDS', and custom rods and jigs. But I always go back and think of Grandpa Bob and my Dad taking my brother and I fishing and planting the seed that sprouted and grew into a lifelong passion (obsession) that I'm trying to pass down to my kids.
Who planted the fishing seed in your life?
Who Planted the Fishing Seed in Your Life?
My dad started taking me around 4. I could hardly hold the pole. He's been gone 8years and I miss him every time I go fishing. I know he is up there saying set that hook son.
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