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My father and grandfather were the ones that first introduced me to fishing when I was just a youngster. What a great way to connect with nature and all of its wonders. From then on, all I wanted was for someone to take me fishing.
That sealed a long and fruitful passion for me that I have kept all of my life. I will forever be missing the ones that introduced me my life’s passion, one day we will fish together again.
Fishing for me is more than just going out to catch fish and have a fish fry, much more. It is the ambiance of the surrounding countryside, the smell of the pines blowing in the wind. Just like the hawk flying overhead looking for his next meal, with laser type precision.
Getting in tune with nature, something I am afraid society has left behind in so many ways. Getting out on the lake in the morning just as the fog lifts off the lake, a spectacular site to see, it really is. Running down the lake to your favourite fishing hole, (I am not telling) with anticipation of the hunt, then outwitting the tasty morsels below.
It all holds very special meaning for me as it has taken me to so many new heights, the sensation I feel when I am out fishing is like no other I have ever felt. I am at peace with nature, in tune if you will, and myself tying life together.
Some ask what the meaning of life is, for me it is nature and all of its wonders and dangers, the 300-year-old trees in the forest, the old fishing cabin that stands on the lake for what seems to be an eternity. The peacefulness of the running stream and the sound of fish jumping, the sound of the water falls against the rocks.
Without my father and grandfather taking me fishing, what would I have become, just another city dweller I guess wondering where my food actually comes from. Not ever being able to get close to nature as I do, not being able to appreciate nature the way I do and of course no one to take me fishing.
That would have set my life on another path, the road not taken, but for me it opened up a completely new world to explore and grow.
As you see it is not just the fishing for me, it is so much more. Next time your child or grandchild say take me fishing dad remember it is more than just fishing it is so much more than that.
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It is nice to remeber the days gone past that meant so much to you....thanks Shawn
Fantastic article! Brought to mind all those times fishing with my dad on lake O'Sullivan. Well, camping too, even though it was only 5 minutes from the house! Thanks for a great article. And the stroll down memory lane!
Nothing like about thinking of those fond memories spent with loved ones out getting intouch camping and fishing and even if it is only 5 minutes from the house...it is all about being there with him or her...thanks for the comment McK
Good info Tim....Been avid fisher most of my life...first taught by my dad and grandad. good mmories
Hey Kevin, where would we be with out them, not quite sure, glad I did not have to find out....great memories....and many more to come...thanks Kevin
There more to fishing than catching fish, that's what I always say especially when I come home empty handed. Nice article.
There certainly is Mark fishing involves many adventures some fun, some well, (stuck in the mud for 7 hrs in the middle of logging roads in Chapleu, Ontario)......I keep going back.....the adventure contiues....thanks for the comment Mark
This reminds me of a time when I was very young and fresh water fishing once with my Dad. The water was crystal clear and there was clearly no fish in the water. He nonetheless kept casting into the creek as if a fish would appear out of nowhere and take the bait. I remarked, "Dad, there are no fish in here." He simply replied, "I know." I then realized that it meant more to him that we were communing with nature and got a new perspective on my Dad. Thanks for helping me recall this memory.
It is the memorie that will last forever, spending time with your Dad I am sure was prescious.....always two side to a coin AnnMarie....no fish fry....but a great day wiht Dad....better than any fish fry....(unless I am cooking them...lol...lol...just kidding)...thanks for the comment AnnMarie.....
Good for you....go get em lol..lol...next time bet for a free supper (lobster) lol
I share a similar backround and now my sons take me fishing. It doesn't get any better than that!
One good turn deserves another....good for them...do they pay for the day too....lol...lol.. thanks for the comment Dave
Only if we could turn back the clocks Joan, but it brings a smile to my face everytime I think of it, they were good times...glad you had the experience....thanks for the comment Joan
Thanks for the article of encouragement.. back to nature.. the appreciation of nature... lessons taught by the older generations, giving good memories of days gone by.. wonderful times. How nice it is to have such memories instead of the city and only the city.. great article, one I can attest too.
Isnt that the way it should be passing it on from generation to generation, then the memerories will never die, I long for those days, but I also look forward to making more memeroies and marching on to the future....I hope....thanks for the commment Rob...
Thanks for sharing. i had a similar experience with my Dad and Grandpa. I enjoyed a day of fishing with my grandson last week. Passing it on. Pin'd it
Passing it on is great John and I am sure the grand kids just love it and you for taking them...these experiences will last a life time and beyond.... memories makes us all live forever.....thanks for the comments John
Very nice article bro .. you are gonna show me that fishing hole though right?
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