Oh yes, many fond memories. You made me just picture my Dad catching Gills with me in a pond we use to fish when I was a kid....
Thank you for that....
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Oh yes, many fond memories. You made me just picture my Dad catching Gills with me in a pond we use to fish when I was a kid....
Thank you for that....
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Oh yes, fond and not so fond memories.
I swear the cane pole I used was 300 lbs.
"Don't let the tip hit the water!!" "Stop scraping your feet in the boat!" I now realize that Dad was trying to teach me, but his manner left a lot to be desired for a young boy trying to please him.
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Awe Robert again you bring back memories. They weren't too much on the coddling back in those days. My Dad was hard on me. I was the youngest of four, alot younger and I guess he thought he needed to be extra hard on me, lol. He was a Sea Bee in WWII and he didn't get squat for free, he earned everything he ever had...Originally Posted by Tyme2fish
Towards the end of his life, he and I became great buddies, something we were NOT when I was young. I look back now and see Rhyme to his reason, he was trying to teach me stuff and prepare for a world that can be flat mean sometimes.
Thanks Dad, rest easy and I miss you very much...
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My father was also a veteran of WWII. He was at Schofield barracks in Hawaii on December 7,1941 and then served in Guadalcanal. Post war he served in the Indiana National Guard as first Sergeant until he was forced out due to his heart problems.
Like you, my father was tough on me;nothing in life was free and I better get used to pulling my weight. It was a love/hate relationship but we became very close after I graduated from college and proved my worth to him.
But my best memories are of fishing trips to Minnesota and Canada with him.
He died too young in 1982 at the age of 60. Now I am older than my father and I find that a strange feeling.
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60 is too young to die, I'm sorry you lost him to early. My Dad died at 77 in 2001. I to had to prove my worth and once that happened he was a diferent man all together. It was just the way it was and the way they were taught. Dad was all over the South Pacific, Phillipines, Si Pan (spelling), Guam. Wherever they were buliding something. He was welder by trade and the Navy taught him well.
I think it is a dang fine honor to be tied to the greatest generation of Americans to ever live and I'm betting you feel the same way.
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Sorry SLP didn't mean to highjack this thread as I guess I have got a little off base here. However maybe that was your intent, to remember old times....
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My very first *official pole was given to me by my uncle by marriage,good ol Uncle Leon, he gave me a 10 foot cane pole rigged with eyes and a fly /crappie? reel, I was so proud of that! Now I still have a bought bamboo pole that I will fish for white bass with in the Salt River when they run. I use 8 pound string they use for chalk line LOL, works good. Good Times!
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Many a sunfish or bluegill caught on a cane pole in my youth. Still have one of them.
Also remember using as a pup an interesting rod when we went to Vicksburg MS to fish the cypress trees in a few Mississippi River oxbow lakes with my uncle. It was fiberglass and shaped a lot like a cane pole, tapering off to a really thin end. At the end was 7-8 feet of line.
What you would do was put a bobber and cricket on the line, then grab the hook/cricket in your hand and pull it back, creating a bow in the pole and tension. You would then aim the cricket in the 4-5" gap between the cypress limbs and the surface of the water. If you did it just right, the cricket and bobber would rocket under the cypress limbs up near the base of the tree, where the bluegill spawned. It was a BLAST. I've never seen that type of rod anywhere else.
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Mea Culpa about the hijack. But Mark started it!!
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Yeah I remember doing that. Also remember taking a old flat Jon boat and paddling around in Lake Marion in South Carolina and catching anything that swims around the cypress knees with the overhanging moss above our heads hanging off the trees. We were young and I'm surprised my dad would let us out there alone.
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Early spring in Alabama when the lakes were muddy, my Dad would rig us up really stout cane poles with about 6 feet of 50# mono line and a 4/0 live bait hook and no weight. He'd put two or three large nightcrawlers on the hook in such a way that they really had a lot of action then he'd scull the piroque around stumps and flooded timber dipping the crawlers in and around the cover as we went. We caught some monster bass like that. The trick is as soon as you feel the bite you have to quickly pull the fish out of the water and into the piroque or they would hang up every time.
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you guys were lucky, to have a dad teach you to fish. my Dad served in Korea, he never cared for fishing, my memories of him were, his likes were Whores and strong drinks. he also died very young, age 50. my memories of my dad aren't very good ones. but thats life. but I did learn to fish with a cane pole, lots of them on the creek bank where I was raised. my grand mother loved to fish more than anyone I ever new, and she would let me help her dig worms, well she would dig and let me pick them up and put them in a can. we would walk to this big hole of water in a bend in the creek, and fish all day. make a stringer from a limber limb off a bush. anything that would be caught would be cleaned and fried. I remember her telling me, look honey spit on the bait, before dropping it in the water. and I still do that to this day, if I'm fishing with live worms. my grandmother has been dead for 48 years the 10th of this month, and as I typed this I wipe tears thinking of her, and how she would hold me close to her side on the muddy creek bank.
thanks SLP for starting this thread, it gave me some heart warming flashbacks.
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