mike64
Lieutenant Junior Grade
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My bad fishing luck is almost legendary. But hope springs eternal-- going fishing up north this weekend with a buddy who's a veteran fisherman, so keeping my fingers crossed that I'll get better and my luck will change.
It started when I was around 11. Even though my dad used to go fishing with his dad all the time, he apparantly grew out of it, because he never went fishing as an adult. So I didn't get to try until I went to a summer day camp. They passed out ancient beat-up fishing rods to us kids one fine summer day, showed us how to cast and we were pretty much on our own. I walked down a steep bank to the river we were fishing, and gave a good strong cast. The reel broke off and went flying into the muck and reeds by the bank. So i took my shoes and socks off and waded in to get the reel. But now my feet were wet and muddy, so I carried my shoes, socks, and broken rod & reel and walked up the bank barefoot. Only problem was, the bank was covered with thistle plants, so I went "ow ow ow owowowoowowOWOW!!" all the way up. But I was not giving up so easy! I got another rod & reel, put my shoes back on and went back down. This time I unfortunately chose a spot beneath a tree to cast out, and caught myself a nice big branch over my head. I had to yank until the line broke off from the hook. I silently vowed I would never fish again.
That lasted until I was 16. My friend's dad wanted to break in his new car, so he took us on a trip up north for a couple days. He wanted to take us fishing, but we didn't have any equipment, so he took us to one of those U-fish trout ponds. This is one of those deals where everybody's guaranteed to walk away with trout. So I thought, I can do this! My friend and his dad caught a few right away, but not a nibble on my hook. In a tiny little pond TEEMING with hungry trout. It stated to get embarrasing after awhile. Finally the guy running the place came out to see what was taking so long. He asked if I wanted any help, so I rolled my eyes and gave him the rod. Of course he quickly caught me a few. The barbequed trout was tasty, but not as tasty as if I had caught it.
So I started fishing again a couple summers ago, especially last year after I bought my first boat. I have two young sons, and I want them to remember fishing trips we took. I've had a little more luck-- couple bass, a few bluegill here and there. Nothing to write home about. Mostly I feed worms to the fish. Now, I realize that there's a difference between bad luck and bad fishing skills. I believe I suffer from both. Will improving my skills improve my luck? We'll see. I'm not giving up!!
It started when I was around 11. Even though my dad used to go fishing with his dad all the time, he apparantly grew out of it, because he never went fishing as an adult. So I didn't get to try until I went to a summer day camp. They passed out ancient beat-up fishing rods to us kids one fine summer day, showed us how to cast and we were pretty much on our own. I walked down a steep bank to the river we were fishing, and gave a good strong cast. The reel broke off and went flying into the muck and reeds by the bank. So i took my shoes and socks off and waded in to get the reel. But now my feet were wet and muddy, so I carried my shoes, socks, and broken rod & reel and walked up the bank barefoot. Only problem was, the bank was covered with thistle plants, so I went "ow ow ow owowowoowowOWOW!!" all the way up. But I was not giving up so easy! I got another rod & reel, put my shoes back on and went back down. This time I unfortunately chose a spot beneath a tree to cast out, and caught myself a nice big branch over my head. I had to yank until the line broke off from the hook. I silently vowed I would never fish again.
That lasted until I was 16. My friend's dad wanted to break in his new car, so he took us on a trip up north for a couple days. He wanted to take us fishing, but we didn't have any equipment, so he took us to one of those U-fish trout ponds. This is one of those deals where everybody's guaranteed to walk away with trout. So I thought, I can do this! My friend and his dad caught a few right away, but not a nibble on my hook. In a tiny little pond TEEMING with hungry trout. It stated to get embarrasing after awhile. Finally the guy running the place came out to see what was taking so long. He asked if I wanted any help, so I rolled my eyes and gave him the rod. Of course he quickly caught me a few. The barbequed trout was tasty, but not as tasty as if I had caught it.
So I started fishing again a couple summers ago, especially last year after I bought my first boat. I have two young sons, and I want them to remember fishing trips we took. I've had a little more luck-- couple bass, a few bluegill here and there. Nothing to write home about. Mostly I feed worms to the fish. Now, I realize that there's a difference between bad luck and bad fishing skills. I believe I suffer from both. Will improving my skills improve my luck? We'll see. I'm not giving up!!