Lets Remember Back

How did you start fishing was it a parent or a friend, or a relative is the question ???

I can remember back to about when i was 5 or 6 years old (1968-1969) and standing at a lake with my parents catching bullheads and sunfish one right after another till the 5 gallon buckets were filled to the top with fish. We went fishing a lot, well lets just say most weekends we were some were fishing whether it be at the lake or the Minnesota river. That is also about the time i learned to catfish was when we went to the Minnesota and caught channel cats all day long with family and friends, then head home and clean fish till late at night but i also remember the rewards were awesome when it came time to eat fish. After i turned 16 and was able to drive legal and i had my own car 1965 Ford galaxy 500 it was hard to find me unless you knew were i fished, lolol if i was at the river it would take upwards of a day to find me unless i told ya were to look. Anyways it was with my Parents and there alot of very fond memories that i will cherish the rest of my life.

mine was with my dad ...i can rember buckets of croppies from lake yellowstone in in wisconsin ...just below the dam was a big hot spot ....i had a cane pole back in them days ....there was times dad would bait my hook useing minnows ....before he could hand me the pole back there was probly a croppie all ready on there ....some times he couldent even hand it back in time ....an ohhhhh the smell of cookin them croppies over the open fire got the whole camp ground to walk by an take a sniff of them fish cooking ...yummmm !than when i was a teenager ....ud see me with my bike an pole an tackle heading towards the rockriver just about every day ....wore out a few bike tires going here or there to fish . but ill never forget once in mo. at my grandmas cattle pond ..my cousins an me was fishing the pond an my dad came up an said here boy let me show ya how to catch the biggest one in here ....he tossed the line out ....an right away he caught the biggest bluegill ive ever seen in my life !! it was huge .....he told me that that fish was not big enough ...while it was still hooked he tossed it back in ....waited 5 minutes .. he said ok now im gonna bring it back in an its gonna b twice as big ... im like ya right dad that was a monster blue gill in the first place ....so he starts bringing it in an the pole is bending twice as much as it did in the first ......a snapping turtle had his fish by the tail !!!!! ive never underasmated dad agian !!!

I started fishing with my dad. The first fish I ever caught by myself was a little catfish when I was 30 months old at Lake Jericho. I don't remember actually catching it but I do remember being up at the check in station for a picture and dad was trying to get me to hold it. I finally did hold it and I remember I was real shy and didn't want my picture taken. The lady still teases me about it.

For me,summers at Guist Creek Lake in Shelbyville Ky.Learning how to swim,and fish both.I remember going a few days after school let go for summer and staying till a week before school started back.I hated school.

Did you grow up closer around here Richard? Guest creek would be a pretty big drive from versailes wouldn't it?

My dad and grandpa taught me everything i know about salt and freshwater fishing.... I picked up more in my 20's...I really started paying attention to stuff like the time of year that certain fish were biting and on what tides/moon phases....I took it a step further and looked at other things such as more dead skunks in the fall so the skunks were on the move at the same time as redfish....The monarch butterflies were headed south as well....When all these factors fell into place me, dad and grandpa would usually walk out of the the fishing hole with 2 or 3 nice reds and a cooler full of blues....on occasion we would get blues/reds/flounder/whiting/spanish/speckled trout all in one trip...talk about a nice Sunday dinner...Those were the good old days fore sure...I wish I could go back there now sometimes.

I grew up fishing with my Mom. We would go camping/fishing mostly every weekend in the summer. If we weren't seasonal campers at a certain place, we would go to Harrison Lake State Park. I can remember night fishing above the dam or around what they call the "horseshoe." I can remember one night fishing above the dam, my mom got a hold of a good fish. When she got it to the edge of the water and took a closer look at it, and she said...... It's G-G-G-G- GOLD!~! Yes, my mother caught a goldfish. We had became friends with the park ranger in previous years. The next morning, Ranger Rick, (Rick was his real name), came to do his morning rounds. We were talking to him about this and showed him the fish in a cooler on ice. He said that wasn't the first "goldfish" that had been caught in Harrison Lake. He proceeded to tell us that a gentleman living not too far from the lake had a goldfish pond, that he had for bait fish. Well, the pond became too over populated. So where did he dump the goldfish? You got it, right into Harrison Lake!~!

Not to far Willy,about 35 or 40 minutes from here.But I was born and raised in Versailles.