Great topic, Raptorfan I remember my first fish, maybe age 4? 5? OFf the dock at my Dad's parent's place on Lake Muskoka. I remember the loud click of the massive brown Zebco spinning reel....I remember my dad saying "reel reel reel reel!" And out came a sunfish, and everyone made a big deal of it. Soon I was (reluctantly) lipping my first rock bass....but the trips to that cottage ended, as Papa died, and Nana had to sell the cottage. Nobody in the family was able to keep it, so, we spent the next few years roaming the provincial parks in rv's and pop up trailers. It wasn't until we got a cottage on 3 mile lake (the one near Utterson) that I clearly remember the fishing bug becoming permanent. As soon as someone said "hey, you don't have to sit around here...you can go down to the lake and fish"...that was it. I never understood why my older siblings would complain that there was nothing to do up there....we had a lake!! We could fish!!! Every Friday night, we'd stop at Ellwood Epps...grab some worms....and all weekend, I would work my shoreline spots for countless panfish. Then we got the little tinner...and I could work more shoreline! And troll!!! Still remember sitting in a car-repair shop in Huntsville for the afternoon, and my Dad and I walked next door to a convenience store to kill time...he bought me a copy of Field and Stream. I read the thing repeatedly...being about 9 or 10 by now....and dove headlong into a host of new techniques...which had me saving money to buy lures...which I still do now
Ahhh....good, good memories