Thread: At what age did you start fishing ?

Ever sence Moby Dick was a MINNER!!!!!! Lol

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I am a 56' model and was fortunate to grow up in a huntin,fishin,country folk family.I am sure there was earlier fishing experiences but while in 1st and 2nd grade my parents owned/ran Fish Haven fishing resort on the Osage river below Bagnell dam (Lake Ozark). Could only guess how many hours of my life have been spent fishing.... Have enjoyed every second.

I was introduced to fishing on the old Tombigbee river . Was most likely 6-7 yrs. old . The smell of my granddad's pipe , using a crayfish rake, digging worms, fetching a Falstaff beer , toting the home grown pole with a 12 inch quill on it . Going home and watching dad and pop , boil water to dip catfish and wipe them clean with a toe-sack, then scaling the rest . To this day every time I smell a pipe this crosses my mind .

I was introduced to fishing by my grandmother and step grandfather. They fished daily to provide for their table, they pretty much ate fish every day. When he took me bream fishing for the first time...I was "hooked" lol. Running down the White River in his little boat, running trotlines and bream fishing that summer, best fun an 8 year old boy could have :-)

Originally Posted by eagle 1

I was introduced to fishing on the old Tombigbee river . Was most likely 6-7 yrs. old . The smell of my granddad's pipe , using a crayfish rake, digging worms, fetching a Falstaff beer , toting the home grown pole with a 12 inch quill on it . Going home and watching dad and pop , boil water to dip catfish and wipe them clean with a toe-sack, then scaling the rest . To this day every time I smell a pipe this crosses my mind .

Eagle 1, tell me more about dipping the cats in boiling water. I've never hear of it. Do you get the same results as dipping a tomato?

From 5 or 6 in my grandad's ponds. A cane pole with a "popping bug" as he called it, would catch everything in the pond. When it was caltapa worm season, then we would use a hook and cork. A couple years later I was allowed to take the little wooden one-man boat out. What a hoot! My grandmother taught me how to dig for earthworms near where the washing machine water dumped out. I developed a love for fishing there on that farm that has lasted over 50 years now. Still just as excited as ever for the next trip :-)

Originally Posted by stormcloud

Eagle 1, tell me more about dipping the cats in boiling water. I've never hear of it. Do you get the same results as dipping a tomato?

I remember my mother saying they used to scald Catfish and scraped the hide . Think it was just the slime but I too would like to know .

Remember it like yesterday. My grandfather had just retired from running the little country post office in the town we lived in. This was in SE Oklahoma. The church had a retirement party for him and they gave him all kinds of fishing stuff. Now far as I know he was never a fisherman but had said something about fishing when he retired. Now I was 4 years old at the time and if grandpa took a step I was in his tracks. So first trip off we go. Ole 1946 Chevy sedan with cane poles strapped to the roof. Went down a old country dirt road and came to a stop next to a cotton field. Going to a creek but had to cross this cotton field, couldn't have been more than 200 yards but to this 4 year old that couldn't see above the cotton stalks it was miles. The thing I remember most was walking through this field full of chuckle burs. They were getting stuck in my hair and shirt and remember crying for grandpa to help me. He just kept on walking and told me to keep up. Well we get to this creek bank and start rigging up poles. Got our cane poles set up and I caught a big bream on a catalpa worm right off the bat. Then grandpa rigged up a extendable fiberglass pole the church had given him. This thing must have been 14-15 ft long and limber. We were up on a ledge on the bank and it was probably 6-8 feet to the water. He gets a bite and pulls on that pole well this thing just doubled up and the fight was on. Up and down the bank they went, finnaly he got this big ole flathead pulled up on the bank below us then he had to slide down that bank to get the fish. It was quite the show for me. That thing was probably 5 lbs or so but was a pure monster fish to my young eyes. Well to say the least I have been hooked every since. I could go on for hours about the fishing trips I spent with him. But the most important part of our trips was the life lessons and Christian values he instilled in me while we were sitting on a bank watching our corks waiting on a bite. Would give anything to be able to spend one more day with him on that ole creek bank.