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Twenty-eight years ago today, my Dad passed away. Although I miss him for many reasons and have oodles of fine memories of a fine human being, fishing with him is at the top of the list.
He taught me to fish at a young age- probably starting at 4-5 or so. We were a camping and fishing kind of family and also did abalone and eel fishing back in the day when the SF Bay was clean and abundant with fish and sea food. On Saturdays my Dad took me and sometimes my brother (he was a lot older and usually wanted to do teen-guy stuff with his teen-guy friends by then) fishing so my Mom had at least a morning off without kids around. I loved going to our favorite fishing rocks off Tiburon's then working railroad station (this was back when Tiburon was pretty much a dead little place with a couple of local bars and the train station and was completely working class). Of course, we had my Dad’s hunting dog with us (always a German Short-Haired Pointer that he rotated naming Queenie or Junior throughout the years). Queenie Number One went fishing in Tiburon with us in those early days. Eventually "our rock" had a small deck built around it with a bridge to walk over to it and was proclaimed as a kid's fishing area. My Dad and some of the other neighborhood Dad's built it and there was a small dedication. The best fishing story for me was when I didn't have my own fishing pole yet (I was about 4-5, I think) and we were on a family camping trip in the Hope Valley area near Lake Tahoe. My Dad picked-up a fairly long willow branch and just attached some line and a hook and sinker with a worm for me to use. I think he was just trying to give something to do so he could fish. BAM- within a minute of my sticking the line down in a craggy area of the brook we were near, I pulled out a big German Brown trout! My Dad almost fell over laughing as I ended up with the biggest fish caught that day. That year, Junior Number One was right there with us taking in some sun shine on the bank. For our next camping trip, I had my own rod, a small tackle box and a spinning reel along with a fishing vest and a net! I was in seventh heaven!! I think of my Dad often and am so grateful to have wonderful memories of him and our time together doing things like this. I do miss him even now. |
I attempted bank fishing today at a lake. It's so hot though, that the fish are moving deeper during the day. Which means I need to just wake up really early or get back into night fishing lol! Anyone had any good luck so far this year?
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Has anyone had much luck with planning fishing around full moons ?? Such as on fishing calendars?
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Dude! THE BITE IS ON at Woolly Hollow! We went up there yesterday and Tuesday and couldnt get our poles in the water fast enough! They were catfish (just rats, nothing huge) about a pound or two but were in a frenzy on the dock! As soon as we'd drop a line, we'd get hit. I think I caught 15 cats, 8 or 10 hand-size breem and several crappie. Jack caught as many!
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Mr Jennie(DC's half) and I went out on the Deep Sea boat for my BD and caught Red Snapper and Triggerfish. About 6 on the boat caught the Large 30+pound class Red Snapper.I have been trying to catch the Red fish but haven't yet.I hear they hit a lot at night especially the large Bull Reds. We have a great couple of new piers at Galveston they rebuilt that are real nice.
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I love Redfish, I miss catching the big 40 pounders back in the day. Where I am from a 17-19 inch Red is very good eating. Triggerfish are common south of where I am from but I never went after them
Well Syr and I have been hitting the lake every day and coming home with fish, we love catfish and got lucky with a couple of very nice bass! See sig pic! Looking forward to filling the freezer for winter! |
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I clean the bass we catch with the scales on, and throw em on the grill that way with all the fresh herbs from the garden, and a lil of my own mix on em.. mmm |
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Went out for a short trip this morning, Missed a big ole largemouth and landed a nice smallmouth, bunch of catfish to boot before the rain, always a blast!
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Ohhhhh River?!!!!!!!
We got the boat back from the shop! Taking her out for a day of fishing tomorrow up at the big lake :) We've been loading the boat for over an hour and Jack is now playing in the fishing poles. I have this on my birthday wishlist (yes, I'm breaking my closed-reel Zebco tradition because this one LIGHTS UP!): http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/...500_AA300_.jpg |
a Zebco that finally lights up........ I gotta see it!!
Went out yesterday, fishing topwater late evening for bass... got a nice lil guy but that was it.. slow evening... |
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Where the heck does it light up at? LOL! At least if Jack buys you that, it will keep the bugs on you and away from her so she can fish LMFAO! That's your perfect line to present to her :))) I am SOOOOO JEALOUS over the fish you guys caught today!! Jack looked happy as a lark in heat!! |
Thanks for starting the fishing thread, goodness knows I love to fish! This has been an off year for me and I haven't been one time! :( But that will change. I probally wouldn't go fishing right now anyway, just too hot, unless I went at night.
I have tons of fishing stories lol I remember my first fish that I ever caught. My family made a HUGE deal over it. Lots of pats on the back, my Grandpa even turned the boat around and went back to his place on the river and showed my little tiny brim off to the rest of the family. More pats on the back, pictures taken. I think that's the way it should be - a big deal. That's probally where my love of the water and fishing began, that very day. I remember my first day of ice fishing too. It was bitter bitter cold. - 27F and who knows what the windchill was on that lake but I do remember those go-cart looking things with sails clipping along the lake probally 40 or 50 mph. There were noises I had never heard before that sounded much like the star wars guns. I remember the lake cracking at it's weakest point - all the way across the lake and the ice breaking and rising like a giant tent, by the end of the day it was four feet tall and about 6 feet wide. I also remember my uncle carrying a huge crow bar - like 6 foot long and with every step he'd put it in front of us so that if there was a broken 'spot' the crow bar would displace the ice - and it did. I was frozen and scared. We only caught two fish the entire day and we had to take our gloves off and pull the wet and icy line in by hand. But my step dad said he loved to ice fish and that we did it all wrong. We should have stayed in the ice shack and had better clothes and boots. Maybe I'll try it again in my life, but not with my uncle lol One of my best fishing buddies ever was my step dad. He really knows what he is doing. I remember one time we saw the stripped bass running on the shad schools so we both get our poles ready before we start to chase after them. He grabs this old beat up shity looking spoon. I can remember thinking "what a piece of shit! He'll never catch anything with that!" I tied on my super shiny and new lure and off we went. His first cast, he had a fish. We both caught a lot that day, I'm quite sure he caught more than me. But it humbled me. He's a great fisherman and I miss fishing with him like we used to. (He's still alive and well, just retired to Florida :) ) I'll be back, I've got tons of stories :) ~~~shark~~~~~~~~ |
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Ami has one, and it lights up, replete with pink pole.
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So my friends back in New Orleans are posting pictures of catching 35 pound Redfish on a flyrod, 16 pound tackle...
What a fight that must have been! |
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