I've noticed so many youngsters on this site (early teens/teens) and something came to me. I am turning 40 soon, and this is going to sound like a dumb question but.... Do any of you guys my age or older even RECALL bass fishing when you were teenagers? I went fishing all the time with my grandfather up until my early teens, and we sure as hell weren't fast fishing artificial lures or doing anything that required any kind of presentation. I don't think I even remember coming across a bass. It was all salmon eggs and bobbers for us. Anyway, my point being, I didn't discover the bass fishing that bass fishing is today until my late twenties. I sure would have loved doing what I am doing now when I was a kid. Anyone remember back that far?
Yes, I fished with my Dad with crankbaits and t-rigged worms during the 70s. When I was younger we fished for everything and usually we used live bait. The real bass bug didn't bite my Dad until I was around 14, which was in 1974. From then on we used lures.
My dad took me fishing to a small lake just outside El Dorado, Arkansas. We fished by the spill way and I was try to learn how to cast one of my dad's casting reels. I had been casting an artificial but can't recall what it was after all these years. My dad said we had to go so as I was waling toward the truck I let the lure trail in the water. Something big hit that lure and it is a good thing it did not hook up because as it was it almost caused me to fall of the spillway and into the water. That must have been around 1962. Born 1949.
Oh yeah-a lot of good memories from that time of life. My dad started me perch jerking when I was a little kid and we progressed from there. The bug bit me worse than it did dad, so I ended up teaching him instead of him teaching me. My best friend and I fished every chance we got in junior high and high school, and we tought ourselves how to use different lures-jiterbugs, Big-Os, and the ever reliable Mann's Jelly Worms.
And you know what? I still get that Night-Before-Christmas feeling when I'm going out the next day.
So far you old guys are blowing my theory with t-rigging and crankin in the 70's. My grandfather must have been a lousy angler! Anyway, you all are lucky. I didn't start seriously bass fishing until I was 26. I just can't imagine how obsessed with this I would have been if I had experienced it as a teenager
The first plastics that I first remember were a pre-rigged purple worm by Creame complete with a little propeller, and fished C-rigged. Some of the others many I no longer recall the manufacturers, but one I really liked was made in Louisiana and was a ribbon tailed worm called a Baby WaterMacasin that we fished unweighted and snaked though lily pads with great results in the summer. Mister Twister was really hot for a while when they made the scene. It seems like Bass Pro Shops first catalogs came in a magazine (Texas Bassing or something of that nature) that I subscribed too and consisted of only a few pages and may have even been a mail order club you joined at first. Some of the crank baits that come to mind were a thin fin, river runt, hellbender, Devil horse, carrot top, and the revelutionary Big O. 6:1 was smokin' for a baitcasting reel and Kingfisher was a choice boat. Lake Fork was still a couple of creeks and the first true "Bass Rig" that made a lasting impression on me was an 18' silver/red metal flake Skeeter with a massive Mercury Black Max (115hp. I think) and about a 30 lb. trolling motor probably Shakespere at a boat show when I was 15 or 16 that was absolutley "It" for the day, with a whoping price tag of $18,000.
I was fortunate enough to live on the river as a kid and I can remember reading Bassmaster, Field and Stream and Smallmouth magazine. We grew up using grubs, inline spinners and small crankbaits on that river. I can remember seeing spinnerbaits, plastic worms and topwaters being used in those magazines but all the lakes those guys were fishing looked like swamps compared to our river. I can remember the first time I used a Hula Popper and one exploded on it. HOLY @#%!!
My point is...I'm 36 and have been using lures since childhood but it took me quite a while to really catch on to bass fishing the way we do it today.
When i was a kid it was all about gills ,catfish and the striped bass. My dad would take us trout fishing all the time. I fished that way untill about 3 years ago when I turned 34. Then one day bam I was hooked. All it took was one small bass on a rattle trap and i havent looked back since ;D
Well I grew up in Brooklyn and my first fishing was for snapper blue fish and small mackerel off the docks in sheepshead bay Then onto small strippers with spoons in the Narrows. My dad wokrked hard to get us out of the neighborhood for a few summers onto Greenwood Lake on the NY/NJ border it was there that I first caught a bass on a Rapala Original Floater and an old metal Mitchell 300 reel.
Then I got a subscription to BASSMASTERS and found out about Plastic Worms (Manns Jelly Worms Still use em) and
then I remember Fred Youngs Big O and some kind of Spoon made by George Perry and it seemed to really take off from there
I never got into the tourney thing but thats what really put things where they are todaySo from the 60's to the late 70's is when all this was goin on Thats my recollection Bill Dance,Tom Mann,Homer Circle and Al Linder were the guys I was reading about then and 2 others an underwater photogropher Glann Lau and George Perry and his stuff on structure fishing ohh and last but not least this big shiner/big bass guy Doug Hannon
I would always use crankbaits. I used a plastic worm a couple of times, but I never had the patience for it. I really started fishing plastics a just a few years ago.
I am 39 and fished exclusively for bass in high school. I mainly fished t-rigged worms with a free floating bullet weight. I also used crank baits and the ocassional top water lure. Most of my success was with soft palstic worms.
I had to leave my main high school and drive to another one at lunch to take a drafting class, and finished out my day at that school (wasn't that a screwed up way to run a school system?). On the way I would drive by the back side of a large mill pond. I would often stow my fishing gear in the back of my mustang and stop on the way to the other school to get a quick fishing fix. If I had any luck, I usually didn't make it to school for the rest of the day. :
As a kid in the 50's on Long Island I would fish for snappers (baby bluefish) Flounder, bluegill, chain pickerel, trout and bass. used spinners with everything. Back then we used to be able to go to the docks and catch dozens of blowfish. These fish were so delicious they were called "chicken of the sea" Then the huge Russian trawlers came around and ruined that fishery. It never recovered. We would throw out crab traps filled with dead fish peices and catch a bushel or two of blue claws, and with our rods catch buckets of snappers or blow fish. This was the salt water. But Long Island has lakes and streams that I would ride my bike to and fish for the freshwater species.
I think my first artificial lure was a jitterbug.
A friend of my fathers had a good size fishing boat,he would take people out fishin for haddock,cod,flounder,etc. My dad took me with him when I was pretty young to help work on the boat,with his friend and his buddys son who was my age. I have good memorys from those days,I learned to clean fish good,my dads friends son and I would fillet fish for quarters on the ride back Anyway I've allways fished since back then.My dad passed away 18years ago and I love those memorys 8-)
I grew up dirt-poor in Miami, Florida, back in the 1940's and 50's(just had my 67th b/d on the 12th). I remember one evening when my Dad took me to a bridge that spanned a canal in Coral Gables, Florida. He fished for grunts and snappers with a handline; just a weight and a hook, no rod, no reel and some pieces of cut-bait. He'd drop it down by one of the pillars and wait for a nibble.
I remember once when my parents went on a charter boat off of Miami. It was a free trip, provided by his employer. They caught some nice red snapper. I had to stay home.
I didn't get the Bass fishing 'bug' until we moved to middle GA when I was in my 30's. I met and worked with what would become my best friend until he died; killed by a teenager escaping from the police after stealing a car. He hit my buddy head-on :-[. Lonnie was from the Florida panhandle and had grown up on the Perdodo River. He was a master at casting his Abus, skulling his little jonboat, and catching many, many Bass. He taught me the value of good equipment and how to use it.
I don't use handlines now .
Dan
kb here yeh dan and i are the old timers iam 71 years old my first casting rod was made of steel and was square not round read on a t shirt OLDER THAN DIRT #! you remember candy cigarettes #2wax coak-shaped bottles with colored water inside #3 soda popmachines with dispenced bottles #4blackjack chewing gum #5home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers #6you had a party line #7watched black and white newsreels before movie #8owned a pair or pf flyers #9had a telephonenumber with a word pre fix[br549] #10collected s and h green stamps .darn i remember all of them kb
I just turned 45. My dad and I fished a lot together when he was still alive. However, he was into salt water fishing, so we did a lot of that down in Mexico back in the late 70's and early 80's. I really didn't even fish fresh water at all until I was a senior in college. I didn't fish specifically for bass until I was in my late 20s--around 1990.
My first fishing rod was a pistol grip fiberglass rod with a round basic level wind reel. It was guaranteed instant birdsnest but spinning reels werent' invented or at leasnt certainly not popular or cheap.
Remember winky dink, gumby, and Bill Ding?
I started bass fishing in 1967 at the age of 10.My grandpa was a local legend fishing and hunting wise but we were never close.Istill heard all of the stories from kin etc.Funny thing I was the only grandchild to follow the love of the outdoors.I grew up on the Emory river in Tennessee fishing multi-species,but was fascinated by bass.At age 50 Istill am.
I remember catching my first largemouth bass with remarkable clarity,
which is surprising given the fact that it happened around 1949 or 1950.
I was casting a creek chub injured minnow, a topwater lure with spinners fore & aft.
Probing the shoreline of the Muscenetcong River, NJ, I really wasn't expecting
to catch anything. Then during one of my retrieves the slick surface was disturbed
by a V-wake heading directly toward my lure. That sight was forever etched in my memory,
and nearly 60 years later the infection has never subsided.
I'm very fortunate to live in an era that witnessed the creation of B.A.S.S., the emergence
of Bill Dance, Roland Martin, Al Lindner, Fishing Facts, In-Fisherman, ad infinitum.
I watched the lure manufacturers transition from Arbogast, Creek Chub and Helin
over to Zoom, Yum and Gambler. I used to stick the oar down in the water as a depth gage,
but now I use a depth sounder. I used to get my cross-fixes using landmark bearings
and a bearing compass, but now I use a GPS. About the only thing that hasn't changed
in the past 50 years is Micropterus salmoides
Roger
QuoteAnd you know what? I still get that Night-Before-Christmas feeling when I'm going out the next day.
I still do too. I am fishing a charity tournament this coming weekend, and I will spend every evening fussing with the boat, tuning lures, organizing the boxes. I grew up in South Louisiana at the mouth of the Mississippi. It really was the "Sportsman's Paradise" when I was a kid. I knew people who didn't have a car, but still had a boat. LOL You could fish anywhere and catch fish in those days 60s & early 70s. Salt water, brackish water, and more fresh water than you can imagine. I remember catching LM bass in the river on a plastic worm and wondering if anyone else knew about these awesome fish. I still have the first decent Shimano reel I bought in my late teens. It works and I still fish it sometimes. Great memories.
Ronnie
QuoteSo far you old guys are blowing my theory with t-rigging and crankin in the 70's. My grandfather must have been a lousy angler!
I think maybe you were not fishing for bass with salmon eggs and I would not say he was a lousy angler maybe he just liked trout and other fish better?
WE were taken out and my dad took us for everything:
bass, trout, catfish.
but he used mostly live bait and worms..
I got Hooked on Fishing. and as a teenager when all the other kids were trying out pot and booze
I was either racing dirt bikes or learning what I could about bass fishing
The old straight tail original creme worms were the standard go to bait as well as rapala jerk baits.
I remember my first baitcaster , that was handed down to me had black braided line that was more like clothes line on it... and a green fiberglass rod (what a set up that was)
But I landed fish and was happy
We used to rent row boats at the local state park and try our best for those big bass...
Was the late 60's for me, it was lucky 13's and bomber spinner baits, and in-line shyters on the Devils River. Virgin waters!!!!!!!
59 years here. When I was growing up, we didn't fish for bass but for rare occassions. We were much more interested in table fare---primarily catfish, or crappie and bream. Some folks did bass fish, and we often wondered why because you didn't eat them. Tasted too grassy. This was before filleting days and the skin was thought to be why the taste was so strong. My dad had several bass lures and would fish for them depending on who he was with, etc. Still have his old lures. I started bass fishing when I came home from the military. My dad was gone by then. Fishing Facts magazine, George Pazik, Buck Perry, Charlie Brewer, Spence Petros...that's where you got the REAL information, learned so much about structure, cover and presentation. Been in love with it ever since I started.
just turned 54 last week and have been fishing as long as i can remember.my earliest bass fishing memories was going jigger fishing w/ my dad and uncles at nite,swatting skeeters and watching out for gators.my first bass were caught on shiners in the late 50's.in 64' we moved to n.c. and lived on 3 small lakes in a valley( large ponds today)full of bass.my arsenal consisted of a hula popper, a jitterbug,mepps spinners, and rigged and un rigged plastic worms.grape was the big color then.i can remember many days catching a 100+ bass.i would of been 12 then.i got my first bass boat in 73' a 15' terry bass boat w/ a 55 chrsyler i think,might of been a 35 h.p. a t.m but no depth finder.in 76' i opened clems bait and tackle,only problem is when someone came in and told me of a bite id close up and go fishin.the youth today have so many advantages but i wouldnt trade my fishing experiences for any of the modern ways to learn bass fishing.
Thanks for responding with all the great posts fellas. I just wish I could go back to my teens armed with all the knowledge and equipment available now. It would be amazing, but I doubt I would have ever finished school or gone to college. Fishing would have consumed my young mind.
This has been a great thread and is a wonderful read. I've enjoyed hearing everyone's stories.
I'm only 33, but I think it's great to see all the teens on this site that are into fishing. Plenty of worse thigns that they could be doing.
My dad didn't fish, so I don't have any of those memories. I was a late in life baby (mom was 39, dad was 43) yeah, I was an oops! I have a sister whose 14 years older than me. When I was around 7 or 8 she had a boy friend who was a big into fishing. So he bought me a Shakesphere rod and reel and took me fishing. I remember fishing for brim. I think my sister dumped him shortly thereafter. I didn't fish again until I was about 13. Our Church would always take the teens on a camping trip right after school was out each year. Me and a few of my friend would take along our rods and reels and we would stay up all night fishing and talking about girls. By the time I was 16-17-18 years old, my buddies and I would go fishing together nearly every day after school. We hardly ever caught anything but it was fun, hanging out and talking about girls, cars etc... I started college in the fall of '91 and I probably didn't touch a rod or reel more than once or twice over a 15 year period. I just got back into fishing again this spring.
i will be turning 40 this year, and i am truly blessed that i was born and raised in the great state of florida. i clearly recal fishing from my dock on c-14 (a local canal) when i was 5 years old. every saturday and sunday my mom would take me to the bait and tackle shop to get night crawlers. whenever i ran out of bait, which happened often, i would get in the water and collect clams, slapp them together and use the meat for bait. i would fish from sun up to sun down every weekend and after school. i have never stopped fishing for bass. in my late teens i slowed down a bit, because i got heavily into surfing. i still however never stopped catching bass. now i have 2 kids, a 2 1/2 year old and a newborn daughter. i pray that they will love to fish for bass as much as i do.
I can remember fishing with my old neighbor from the time i was 8 at age 12 i fished the river banks of the columbia river for small mouth bass alone. In the summer i would get up eat pack a sandwich and walk down to the river and throw a roostertail in yellow or black all day for smallies. I recently turned 40 myself.
My first memory of "fishing" was going out with my grandfather on Grand Lake in Oklahoma in the mid '50s. After running his trotlines in the morning he would take me to a special dock where I caught bluegill. That was before I learned to cast.
Table Rock Lake was completed in 1958, but did not open up to the public until 1960. My dad took the family on a fishing/ camping trip a few months before the lake was officially open. We were there during extremely high water and drifted purple plastic worms over an area that had recently been flooded. The bass were on a feeding frenzy. In retrospect, I'm sure these were Kentucky bass, but at the time we didn't know the difference between largemouth and spots and did not care. We had discovered the honey hole. These bass were HUGE, not a one much less than a pound. I don't remember what the limit was back then, but we were a family of five and we kept whatever it was.
Springfield, MO was not the World Headquarters of Bass Pro Shops back then and the road to Branson (population a couple of hundred) was gravel and dirt. My greatest possession was my first fishing pole, a $3.00 Zebco spincasting combo! Well, actually it was free, I got it from Santa Clause ...
I 'm 42, I grew up fishing for trout in the lakes, rivers and pay-to-fish lakes that surround Mexico City since I was 9 years old, in 1980 we moved to León in Guanajuato, right in the middle of the country, here it 's not a matter of how far or how close you are to the equator, here it 's a matter of height above sea level, where I live the only decent fish to catch is bass, drive 20 miles north and climb 900 ft in altitude and water is cold enough for trout, but bass is THE sportfish even up there. I started fishing for bass in the numerous lakes around the city with my trout gear, which consisted mainly of Rapala minnows and Mepps in-line spinners.... that was until the BaitMokey got me.
54 here. I grew up in southern New Hampshire across the street from small pond. Our ranch house was built on the old fairgrounds and the local story was that when the circus came to town, the elephants were bathed in the pond. Rumor had it that out in the middle of the pond was "quicksand," and the circus lost an elephant or two out there. When I was a boy, my mother made it clear she didn't want us kids hanging around the house all day so I fished and I read. My dad didn't fish, so I got a zebco spincasting setup at the local department store, and every morning I'd take two slices of Wonder bread and go over the pond and roll up little dough balls to catch shiners. We'd put them in a bucket of water and throw them back in at the end of the day. Later I tried using them as bait for pickerel, but I didn't know what I was doing and didn't catch any. On a special day, I'd catch a bluegill ("kibbee," we called them) or two or a perch or a catfish. I can remember the smell of the water in the summer sun, the pollywogs in the water, and my imagination as it pictured the elephant skeletons supposedly lying in the deep water.
In high school, I bought a "bass plug" at that same department store and caught my first bass on a river nearby. I took it home and ate it. In college, someone stole what little fishing gear I had and I didn't fish for 20 years.
Thanks for letting me remember.
Great post NBOUCHER. Elephant skeletons in the pond...Now thats cool childhood lore! Plus I'm sure it made for excellent cover.
I had no idea what cover was back then. I would just cast and wish for the best. :-/
Great post!
I grew up fishing with Dad and Grandfathers. Grandfather and Grandmother managed a marina for several years where I caught a lot of fish starting around age 5 in 1970. Continued fishing until early to mid teens. Then other things caught my interest - girls, cars, girls, music and, oh yeah, I really liked the girls.
The last time I remember going fishing was with my GrandDad on my 16th birthday. One tiny detail we both overlooked, at 16 I needed a permit. Game warden showed no mercy and gave me a citation - on my b-day. GrandDad tried to talk him out of it, but, he wouldn't hear of it. Funny thing, a few weeks later my Grandfather was at another hole and the same warden came by and asked GrandDad if he could jump his jeep - seems the warden left the lights on. No one else was on the river and he thought it would be better to help. So, he gave him a jump. As he was getting ready to leave GrandDad asked if he remembered him? The Warden said yes and sorry he gave me a ticket but was just doing his job. It didn't bother me, was a lot of money for a 16yr old at the time - $25, but, think it bothered my Grandfather more than me. He talked about that right up until he passed away. His memory started failing some the last few years, but, he never forgot that warden giving me a citation on my birthday. I miss my GrandDad. :'(
Anyway.....
Didn't fish a lick until little over a year ago. Now, hopelessly addicted.
That is one thing I noticed when I started visiting this site: a lot of youngsters and teenagers that are regulars on this site and love to fish. The other thing I noticed is the caliber of these young people. Sure, there have been a few immature posts and comments, nothing overly serious. For the large part, and overwhelming majority, these young ones appear to be respectful, courteous and kind. They are also very serious about fishing and appear to be disciplined. I know a lot of adults that could learn some things from these kids.
I think its great the young ones serious about fishing. They could be doing things that are a whole heckuva lot worse than fishing.
Eddie
I was raised a country boy in Mississippi, with 16 ponds and a creek within walking distance of my home. I remember the first bass I ever hooked, on my father's old Mitchell 300, and which I believe the lure was a type of Mister Twister grub worm around 4" long, white. I got the bass all the way to the bank only to watch it throw the hook. I believe it was probably 2 lbs. or so.
After that I was hooked, and remember somehow getting my hands on some Shasta spinners, white with black dots, and I really started working on those small bass with that thing. Later on, I started tying about 10 ft. of line on my grandpa's old flyrod tip and wading the ponds, working a poppin bug up in front of me. It worked great on those small bass, I have fond memories growin up in the country fishin for bass, and for that matter anything else that would bite. I'll be 45 soon, so that was probably 1969, 70, 71 or so, before my teen years. Sweet memories of a simple life.
Z
I like Avid grew up on Long Island Fishing with my dad for the same things. When I was 15 I got my 1st boat & use to go clamming off Fire Island to make money. The next year we got a larger boat & fished for Bluefish & weakfish in the jones inlet. Those were great times. In 1957 I enlisted in the Navy & did not start bass fishing until I was transfered to a submarine(dbf) in Charleston SC in 1969. Been at it ever since.
KB Kindle, WOW did you bring back some memories, Thanks.
By no means am I an old timer, but I never fished artificial bait with my dad or grandfather for that matter. I didnt start fishing artificial until I caught the fishing bug in the last 3 or 4 years (Im 23 now). We always took "fishing trips" to the ponds around where we used to live and do the old cane pole with a minnow technique. Everything Ive learned over the last few years Ive had to learn on my own, that is without the help of my dad and grandfather.
I started fishing in the early 50's with my dad in the St. Johns River in Florida. We would go down there 2 or three times a year. We used 8" shiners with a Hyacinth bulb cork and fished next to the hyacinth banks, around the jettys in Lake George, and on the grass flats in Lake George and Dexter. This was before depth finders, trolling motors, and bass boats. I caught my first 8lb bass back then at the Astor Bridge at about the age of 8. My dad later started fishing lake Seminole with Bill Stembridge and Colonel Lester, who manufactured Fliptail Lures. Of course we used mainly Big Daddy Fliptails, about 10" long, (split shot rig with a wire guard weedless hook) and caught some really nice fish. This was in the mid to late sixties. My dad was retired by then and would spend February fishing the St. Johns, March camped out on Rattlesnake Point at Seminole, and then move to our cabin on Lake Lanier in April. My Mom referred to herself as a fishing widow. I would spend spring break from college with him at Seminole and we had a ball. I would like to have some Fliptails just for old times sake but you have to buy them now in large bulk quantities from an outfit out west. They were a great lure and we caught a lot of fish on them.
My dad has passed away and I fish with my son now as well as my son-in-law and two grandsons that are barely old enough to fish, so the good times keep coming around. If we get to fish in heaven I know my dad has a rig ready and waiting for me when I get there. I now realize I acquired my value system listening to and watching my dad from the seat of a fishing boat.