Dad got me hooked on fishing

Published 12:00 am Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Remember the one that got away?

Or how about that fish that was the size of the Grand Canyon that you caught and no one was around to take a picture of your Titanic-sized catch?

We all have our childhood memories whether they were good or bad.

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Some of my good memories were with a Zebco 33 rod and reel set or cane pole in hand and my dad sitting in the boat or along the pier with me telling me to keep an eye on the red and white bobber in the water.

After being introduced to fishing, I took to it like a fish to water.

Pun intended.

The Greenville Jaycees will host its annual Kids Fish Day. It's a day where children who don't normally are given the chance to try fishing, grab a rod and reel or pole with a handful of worms and have fun.

It couldn't come at a better time of the year either. On the eve of Father's Day, this event would be a perfect time for a father and his son to enjoy what nature has to offer.

I remember when Dad took me on my first fishing trip. I hung on his every word. He told showed me how to put a minnow on the hook. He showed me how to tie my hook to the line and he showed me how to reel in that big fat fish.

Sure it seemed a little cruel to miss the early cartoons at 6 in the morning, but it all was worth it.

It didn't seem as so when you are at that age where SuperFriends and Scooby-Doo are your life.

But I cherish those moments. I still do when Dad and I get t chance to wet a line.

It's been a while since my father and I have gone fishing, but I jump at the chance every time when he suggests we go fishing.

The time I spent with dad on the lake or even in the middle of the ocean were quality times that we bonded as friends - not so much father and son. We could talk about anything.

Of course when you have a son who is an absolute sports nut, it's hard not to talk about sports.

But then there were those talks about life and the trials of growing into a young adult.

Dad did his best to try to teach me patience, but I think he rubbed off a little too much on me regarding patience.

If the fish weren't biting in about 10 minutes after we got situated in the boat, dad would suggest we pull up anchor and try another spot.

Then we would have competitions to see who would catch the first fish. Then it would be the most fish.

I remember one early spring afternoon dad and I went fishing not far from our house on the lake. A friend of ours gave us a couple crappie jigs that he swore up and down were like candy to the crappie at that time.

Dad decided that he didn't need any extra help, but I was quick to put that purple jig on the end of my line.

Not five minutes after I got that jig in the water, I had a mess of crappie and my dad was looking at me like I had just found gold.

Dad had to pipe up and suggest that we swap poles or I give him one of those jigs.

It was a fun day. We caught enough for a fish fry that night. Dad and I laughed, he had to tell my favorite Whoporeen joke. And it was kind of a sad day that day, too, because it had to end.

I so enjoyed that day on the water with my father. I think now he understands how much I cherished those times together.

If you haven't taken your son or daughter fishing. Get them up today. Take them out to Sherling Lake. And make a memory that will last a lifetime.

I certainly thank my father for that.

Kevin Taylor is sports editor of The Greenville Advocate. You can e-mail him at or call (334) 383-9302 ext. 122.