Been thinkin!

[waterdog101]

I to am getting to be an old man, and I thank the good lord for it. because getting old is much better than the alternative. reading you guys post, brings back some old memories. I grew up poorer than Joabs turkey. my grandmother started me fishing. all I had to fish with for years was cane poles, the other boys in the neighborhood, were just as poor as I was. but we fished the river with our cane poles. no one we new had a boat. in our early teens, I remember we cut the top off an old 58 chevrolet car and used it as a boat to fish the river. we took tobacco sticks and nailed bucket lids to the ends for paddles. every day when we were done using it we would tie it to a tree and sink it. so it wouldn't float away. thinking back, us boys had very little. but I think that may very well, have been the happiest years of my life. as I grew up, I have been blessed with good health and the ability to make a good living. I've had good fishing tackle and kept a good boat sense I was 20 years old. and I have found, that fishing alone at night, is a wonderful time to thank the good lord for all he has given me.

[Bonefish]

I could've said it better. I am still amazed that my father could throw his Pfueger Supreme with a steel rod both right or left handed and put it wherever he wanted. I can't do that with all the technology today. We had a boat made out of two 1936 chev car hoods that we fished the Dix back in the 50's. It was hard to control but we got there. My father can remember catfish so large in the Dix River that it would stop my grandfather's grainmill. Now those cats are gone to pollution. Don't be afraid to document your fishing stories for your grandkids. They are priceless for the generations to come.

[gar]

Reading your thread sure does bring back some memories. I can relate to almost all the things that you mentioned. Cane poles, walking creek banks,catching sunfish and a host of other species, digging earthworms and scaling and frying the catch when we got home. I still have the Pflueger Supreme my dad used along with the metal rod. He introduce me to the art of casting with artificial baits, and yes, I had to learn to cast with both hands before I could have my own. My dad and I spent many days fishing together and that's the reason I enjoy it so much today. " Been thinkin also"