Fishing: Where I Got My Start

Everyone ask how I got all my information about fishing and I guess it goes back to three years before I was born.

The first picture was my grandparents over in Arkansas.

Every summer, I would go over and spend a week with them and you got it.

We went fishing, and I learned a lot from my Grandfather. And after he passed, Grandma was into fishing just like PAPA.

Second picture is my Mom and Dad taken in 1951 over at my Grandparents' house, and this was three years before I came along.

You can see fishing was in our family.

Third Picture is my Dad over at Grandpa's house and you can see he knew how to catch those crappie.

Fourth picture is me (Basshogfishing), my Grandpa and Baby Sister showing some nice fish we caught, in one of our many trips to the Grandfolks.

As you can see, I started off at an early stage and my recorder in my head kept a lot of things my Grandparents and my parents taught me.

Now they are all gone, but somehow at times I feel them in the boat with me, still teaching me things and giving advise, so they are not really gone, they are with me in spirit.

The rest of my fishing knowledge came from listening to other anglers and then going out and trying what they were talking about. Sometimes, I would change the lure a little or how I presented to the fish.

This is the most important to remember: When an angler really gets on the fish, he loves to brag about his day. This is when you want to open those ears. Who knows, you might be fishing a tournament and some bragging that you heard might help you win the big pot.

Thanks to my Sister and Cousin for coming up with these pictures and you know the minute I saw them; I took a trip down Memory Lane remembering the fishing trips I took with Grandparents and Mom and Dad.

This just shows why you should carry your camera. You can also make that trip down memory lane in years to come.

Keep the Hooks Wet!

Steve McGoldrick