Fishing Memories

Since I have blogged so much about my fishing trips I thought I would share one of my favorite memories. I first posted this on another blog I was trying to create.

I just came in from taking the trash out with my up coming fishing trip on my mind. Standing in the kitchen looking out the window I had a pity-pot moment. “Oh why don’t I have any fun memories of my youth and the fishing trips I must have gone on.” No more did I have that thought when my mind flooded with such memories. My dad getting me out of school, driving fifty miles, renting a wooden boat with a 2.5 horse power motor and trolling for trout. My first memory of that was in the fifth grade. I know there are pictures of Dad and the family on Lake Louise fishing back in the fifties. That’s the lake where me and my Dad would go on the days he allowed me to play hooky from school. What boy could ever forget such a memory, not this one for sure. I don’t remember all the details of these fishing trips, but I do know that a father was passing his love of fishing down to his youngest son. Dad and I would fish together when ever possible even into my adulthood, sadly due to my schedule and PTSD, not nearly enough.

I kept the tradition up with my son. I know he will always remember the first time I pulled up to East End Elementary School in my blue Ford F-150 with my 17 ft red and gold Astroglass bass boat in tow. It was the best dentist appointment we both had ever been on. I am a very blessed man to have the bond with my son that I have. The love of fishing and the memories it creates are priceless.

Fred Wins Again

Fred and I went back to lake Hartwell today.This time I brought my tackle box with my blue worm assortment. Fred convinced me earlier in the week that I had to have a particular rod and reel that he just so happened to have for sale. Well I kinda liked the set up so I bought them. From now on I am going to have to be carefull about what I say about people who pay hundreds of dollars for a fishing rig. My-My what have I done. Now to the trip…

Just getting to the lake is sometimes an adventure with Fred.  We were going down the by-pass in Anderson when he decides to pull over in the median, he was looking for a map he thought was in the boat. The median is hardly wide enough for the boat let alone Fred standing beside the boat rambling around looking for a map. It was quite unnerving to tell you the truth. Maybe if it had been an emergency I can see pulling into the median, but to look for a map that he never found, nah, I don’t think so. No map, so off we went, We came to a red light and turned left. A few seconds later Fred asked me if we were going the right way. The right way,I had no idea where we were going, let alone if we were going the right way.

Somehow we made it to the ramp Fred wanted without any problems.We launched the boat and started fishing, and fishing and fishing without a strike, Somewhere around 4:30 Fred caught a spot. About thirty minutes later he caught another spot. What did I catch you ask…not a thing.  Another trip with Fred and I don’t catch a thing. I surely hope this pattern doesn’t continue. To make matters worse my blue worms and brand new rod-n-reel didn’t help a bit. I hate to say it but Fred caught the fish with the same color Zoom worm he has been using all along.There must be a dark cloud following me around as far as my fishing goes, I jest, life is good!

Fred: 10 Spots-1 Junk……………Mud:  2 Spots-0 Junk.

I didn’t want to write this post, I really didn’t.