Who introduced you 2024

Low_Budget_Hooker reply :

to the wonderful world of fishing?

My first time was with my nana and my dad. Using a handline off a bridge.

Then my dad took me to opening day of trout fishing when I was 5.

It's been a long, fantastic road!

cart7t reply :

I'd have to say....myself! I was interested around 7 or 8 years old, my 2 brothers less so. My Dad used to say hunting and fishing was a waste of time, partially because he never had a lot of success with it when he was younger. He took us fishing sometimes after I begged and I never figured out his resistance to the sport because he wasn't bad at it. Even it latter years he never wanted to go out and fish even though I was having pretty good success and had nice bassboats. I guess it just wasn't his bag baby.

YankeesWin reply :

My DAD!! He would take the whole family (6 kids and MA too) to a lake "up north". What a bunch of fond memories we all have to this day.

When back at home... my older brothers would take me to the local fishing holes just to make sure that I still had the "bug".

I thank God that they took the time. Catch fish or not we all learned and had a blast fishin' TOGETHER!!! ;D

NCangler0506 reply :

my dad used to take me and my brother fishing from bream at a pond with canpoles and the rest is history

Bassassasin12 reply :

Me and a friend kind of hopped on the fishing wagon once we were just goofing off at a local pond and realized how much fun it was. Now we are serious about and spend all are money on it and have tournys coming up next year.

cajun1977. reply :

my grandparents

56 crestliner reply :

my dad. he took me to quarrys filled with blue gill i would go catch dozens of little bluegill. i was happy with a baby blue gill on my snoopy pole and my snoopy tackle box

BucketmouthAngler13 reply :

my bro was into carp fishing, but it was bassholebuster14 that got me into bucketmouths.

Replica. reply :

My father got me interested in fishing using live bait.

Daniel My Brother reply :

When I was just a little rugrat I used to watch my neighbor clean his catch. It was fascinating.

Then, when I was 7 or 8 that neighbor had a garage sale and I bought my first ever zebco 202. I used to practice casting into a bucket in the front yard. I was hooked on fishing before I ever caught my first fish. We had 3 small ponds that I could ride my bike to and fish. I kept and cleaned every legal fish that I caught, mostly catfish. The best part was the fish dinners. Mom and Dad always made a big deal about those.

Dad never liked to fish, but he'd drop me and a friend off at the river on his way to work on Saturday mornings, then he'd pick us up at lunchtime. It was always great showing off our catch to Dad.

While I didn't have parents who fished, I had parents who always encouraged me and supported me, and that's helped me love fishing even more.

jayhawkfishin reply :

My dad started me fishing at little ponds. Then we took my grandpa out and then he got me into real fishing. Like softplastics and all the good stuff like baitcasters.

Shrike reply :

My Dad. He only took me once when I was like 5 and that was all it took.

ScroGG ToGG reply :

I cant say that anyone got me into fishing except ESPN outdoors and other similar shows like that. Wtaching those guys made fishing look like a blast. Although i def. dont have the consistensy that the pros on tv got, fishing is just as fun to me as it is to those guys!

paparock reply :

My dad started me but if my dad could couldn't take me my grandfather was always there to take up the slack so to speak.

chs773 reply :

i used to fish when i was little with my dad and grandfather. But my friend got me into fishing seriously

FALCON reply :

MY DAD TOOK ME TO THE DETROIT RIVER WHEN I WAS FIVE AND FIFTY-TWO YEARS LATER I'M STILL NUTS ABOUT IT.

TI_Bassin reply :

I'd say my dad

I have pics of me fishing at three for pan fish of the dock.

Then around 5 or 6 I started to fish out of a boat for pike with my dad and mom and fished for them for 17 years.

took ten years off and know fish for bass the past two years.

Craw reply :

My dad bought us a house on the river and it all took off from there. He would give me money for tackle and such and even bought us a canoe for float trips. He let me rip and tear up and down that river all I wanted. Years later he bought us a jon boat and we started going together in it alot. Now we have 2 jon boats and an 18' Ranger to fish out of. He enjoys hunting more I think but he has always been pleased that I was really into fishing. He's my hero!

codogs reply :

My dad, but probably more credit would go to my grandfather. He'd take me out to his honey holes on his farm. It was always a great time. We're expecting our first child (a boy) September 26th. I can't wait to introduce him to fishing.

Claude reply :

Lets see hmmm, oh yes!:

I got into fishing several years ago when we went to Indiana to visit relatives, and while we were there my Uncle took me fishing for Blue Gill, and we caught tons of them enough for a meal of ten.

And just a few months ago decided to get serious with it.

senko_77 reply :

I have had fishing in my blood since I was little because my dad and I always use to go blue, striper, tautog, and flounder fishing in the ocean when I lived in Rhode Island, but when I moved down here, I went fishing with my still to this day best freind and his dad (who was at one time pro), and they took me out at night to throw buzzbaits. From the second the bass blew up on my buzzbait, I was a bass fisherman. Couldn't get enough of it.

Other. reply :

My dad took me fishing when I was little. Now I love it and I still keep fishing

K_Mac reply :

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When I was just a little rugrat I used to watch my neighbor clean his catch. It was fascinating.
Then, when I was 7 or 8 that neighbor had a garage sale and I bought my first ever zebco 202. I used to practice casting into a bucket in the front yard. I was hooked on fishing before I ever caught my first fish. We had 3 small ponds that I could ride my bike to and fish. I kept and cleaned every legal fish that I caught, mostly catfish. The best part was the fish dinners. Mom and Dad always made a big deal about those.

Dad never liked to fish, but he'd drop me and a friend off at the river on his way to work on Saturday mornings, then he'd pick us up at lunchtime. It was always great showing off our catch to Dad.

While I didn't have parents who fished, I had parents who always encouraged me and supported me, and that's helped me love fishing even more.

What a great story. You are a lucky man. Encouraging, supporting parents are far too rare. Thanks for the story.

I didn't really start fishing seriously until I was in my 20's when I discovered it was not just watching a bobber or tight-lining for catfish. It started out as an excuse to spend time with my brother-it didn't take long till we were both hooked. I guess the truth is my brother was the one who started me bass fishing.

CK14 reply :

my dad started me out perch fishing when i was real young. we only used worms on the bottom. we have come a long way since then (and spent a LOT more money ;D).

Keithscatch reply :

Mainly circumstance. Then my grandfather and then my brothers. Maybe my brothers had the biggest influence on me because I was the youngest in the family and I always wanted to do what my big brothers where doing. My dad has never one time taken me fishing. I however, have taken him fishing numerous times. He just never got into it I guess or maybe he thought he had more important things to do??? Kinda sad.

I used to live in Miami when I was 2-7 years old. I remember going with my brothers to fish in the canal behind our house. Back then it was crystal clear and had life teaming in it. I was hooked on fishing just by looking into the water. I went back to that house last year and that canal was muddy and dirty and had no signs of life or even hydrilla. What a sad thing to see.

Captain Cali reply :

My dad. We used to go salt water fishing all the time. We never did fresh water for some reason. He hasn't gone fishing in years.

I've asked him to go with me but he doesn't seem very interested. He is a workaholic.

It's either work...or Maui for a couple of weeks! 8-)

SBM-RL reply :

my grandpa when i was probably 4 or 5 but big tome bass fishing started on my on when i was 11 an caught a 5 pounder in a pond buried in the woods at my cottage i caught it on a live frog

j-bass reply :

Since I was too young to remember, my mom and dad would take me to what they called "the perch hole" (a small water lock connecting two resivoirs). They would sit me there in the grass w/ a 5 gal bucket 1/2 full of water for grass shrimp and minnows, I'd have my trusty cane pole w/ bobber and I'd catch perch all day (called 'em perch then, but they were sunnies and Rio Grande perch)............ah, the good 'ole days.

Vyron reply :

I would have 2 say, my self when I was 6-7 years old. My dad cares only for hunting .

ejtaylor822 reply :

My Dad and "GrandDad". Have seen pictures of me fishing with them when I was proably 4 or 5 years old. Fished until early teens. They fished worms, minnows, corn, bread all on bobbers.

Started again couple of years ago, but flyfishing. Neighbor got me started initially. Read some books and took a class at a local outdoor store here (Great Outdoor Provision Co.).

Eddie

RODBENDER reply :

My daddy .....and i guess my whole family ....(they all fish )

I can remember waking up in the bottom of the old jon boat on Grenada lake and daddy would say

" thought u was gonna sleep all day "...i'd pick up a pole and start fishing ...

Momma said she hated gettin me dressed in the middle of the night to let him drag me out in the middle of a water hole ...But she always did it anyway to keep daddy happy ...

When he died it took me a couple years to get back into the swing of things ...I had to start making all the decisions on my own , and its hard fishing in an empty boat when i'd never done it before ..

stratoscaster reply :

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My daddy .....and i guess my whole family ....(they all fish )
I can remember waking up in the bottom of the old jon boat on Grenada lake and daddy would say

" thought u was gonna sleep all day "...i'd pick up a pole and start fishing ...

Momma said she hated gettin me dressed in the middle of the night to let him drag me out in the middle of a water hole ...But she always did it anyway to keep daddy happy ...

When he died it took me a couple years to get back into the swing of things ...I had to start making all the decisions on my own , and its hard fishing in an empty boat when i'd never done it before ..

I don't mean any disrespect whatsoever so don't take what I'm about to say like that. What you wrote sounds so much like a country song I can hear the music. 8-)

My uncle use to take me bream fishing when I was 7 or so. He was just being the great guy that he always was.

Zebco202 reply :

Roland Martin, Orlando Wilson and Bill Dance

When I was a kid I used to love to watch fishing shows. I don't know why but I remember that they used to show Roland and Orlando on TBS and I would watch it ever week. My dad didn't fish so until I was a teen I had only fished a handful of times. When I was a teenager I had a couple of friends who were really into fishing so we used to go alot after school, so I guess I owe them some thanks for keeping me interested and teaching me a thing or two.

After having not touched a fishing pole in more than a dozen years, a friend here at work turned me on to it again this spring.

Since then, I've spent a ton of money (i've bought about 11 or 12 rods and reels this year), caught a few fish but most importantly I've made many a new friend and have some lasting memories of some fun times on the water.

liquidsoap reply :

Well my dad used to take us when we were wee little which wasnt all that long ago. But then he just stopped. :-/

About 2 years ago, I was golfing and seen a bunch of carp and was thinking hmmmm?

Boy the rest was history. ;D

Fish Chris reply :

This is a quote from my website;

>This site is dedicated in loving memory, to my late uncle Elton Wise, who placed a cane pole in my hand at the age of three, and showed me the sport which would become my life's passion.<

Often when I stick a big one, I can't help but feel that my Uncle Elton is smiling down on me, with pride :-)

My dad didn't fish, and was often gone (he flew a lot in the USAF). Mom used to take me to the local park duck pond sometimes. I still remember one time when I was about 5, she took me over there with a cane pole and Shiners, and I caught 3 bass from 10 to 12 ! .....Oh... Inches, I mean... 10 to 12 inches :-) But isn't it funny that I remember those bass as well as I do many of my 10 plus lb'ers.... even though those fish were caught 30 years before ?

Peace,

Fish

RODBENDER reply :

I don't mean any disrespect whatsoever so don't take what I'm about to say like that. What you wrote sounds so much like a country song I can hear the music. 8-)

My uncle use to take me bream fishing when I was 7 or so. He was just being the great guy that he always was.

FlyRod reply :

My Dad (RIP), his fellow Army officers (AKA "Uncles", mostly all RIP :'(), and some of the wonderful local folks in various places we were stationed...KY, TN, TX, LA, Panama Canal Zone (Die! Jimmy Carter!!! And do NOT RIP>)

Forever grateful.

fishingJ reply :

The fish

WishICouldFish reply :

My dad a few times when I was younger. Other than that...my college

RockvilleMDAngler reply :

My Grandfather (RIP) and uncle always fished in the ocean and that was a blast but I first got REALLY interested in fishing when my Dad took my little sister and I for a walk (I was maybe 7) and we went over a bridge where kids were fishing for carp with bobbers and bread. A carp or catfish took this one older kids bait and swam at top speed taking his lure (and nearly him) under the bridge, the kid tried to tighten the drag but it was useless. As the kid was holding on and bending nearly off the bridge the fish swam over 70 yards and then snapped the line, sending the young angler toppling backwards. Ever since then I loved freshwater fishing. So since my Dad took us on that walk I will credit him even though fishing has never been his obsession.

titelinez reply :

My father definitly got me into fishing. He would take me to Loch Lomond reservoir when I was kid. Then when I was about 8 years old I caught the biggest bass I have ever caught. I think that day really stuck in my head. I was really proud of that fish.

ME: casts spinning rod with a worm out from a point on the shore.

DAD: Standing 100+ ft away fising for some bluegill.

ME: Appears to have gotten hung up on a rock about 6ft out in the water. I give it a few tugs and it comes free. I'm then nearly pulled off my feet and into the water as a big ole female bass scooped my worm up off the bottom.

DAD: Looks over and sees that I have something on my line...continues fishing.

ME: Starts screaming my head off that I got a big one on the line.

DAD: Looks over and smiles

ME: Pulls this 5+ pounder from the water and I'm standing there with the fish fully out of the water and just hanging from my line.

DAD: Looks over and screams, "Deva!!! Stay right there!!! Don't move!!! I'm coming!!

ME: Lets the fish flop around on the rocks not wanting to pick it up cause it was big and kinda scary lookin.

DAD: Scrambling over the rocks and running as fast as he can in my direction.

ME: Dad, look what I caught!!

DAD: Bangs his shin on a rock on the way over cursing under his breath but totally freaking out that his son had just caught the fish of his life.

He was one proud Papa that day. I have a picture of that fish still and when I wish I was catching bigger bass i just pull that pic out and smile.

For years I didn't fish much but last year I decided to pick it up again. Since then I have been fishing whenever I get the chance. Me and Pops still go fishing every once in a while. Everytime we do I think of that day. He still freaks out when I catch a fish. He almost tipped our boat over trying to get the net next to the fish last time I caught a dinky trout. ;D

MadGator reply :

My family (Dad, Mom, and 2 bros) used to go fishing every spring, summer, and fall with my grandparents up north in WI, MN, and Canada. My grandparents (grandpa 83, grandma 79) just stopped going to the Chippewa Flowage twice a year about a year ago. We were fortunate enough to be able to go up for a long weekend on they're last trip. Our main focus was always Walleye, but we would often fish for pannies, when the going was slow and to keep us kids occupied. Some of my best memories were fishing with my dad, brothers, and grandfather. My grandpa still makes walleye jigs, he has a stock pile of about 1700 he would like to spread through out the family. I took a day this summer and had him teach me how to make them to continue the tradition.

Once we had gotten older, and in high school we were no longer able to go fishing with the family. All the social commitments during that time were just too much, my parents sold our camper and we pretty much stopped fishing for several years. After college I moved to Madison, WI, into a house with a close friend of mine and his girl friend. Shortly after, both of our girls broke up with us and much drinking was had. When the girl left she took our TV (just like a woman). We got a new roomy, who had a TV, but only stayed for a couple months. So now it's summer and we don't have a TV. One night we decide we had had enough and go TV shopping. The plan was for me to buy a new TV, and my friend to get a theater system. Had everything picked out, then when we went to make the purchase they were all out of the TV, which pretty much deflated our plan. The next day, my buddy suggest that we go get fishing poles. Seeing how we live around four lakes, I agreed. My thought was that bass would probably be (next to pan fish) the easiest to catch close to shore. So we talk to a very nice gentleman at Gander Mountain, and he gets us setup with some nice bass rigs and tackle. Each of us drop about $150 in rods, reels, and tackle. I fell instantly in love with fishing all over again. Since then (about 4 years ago) I have several thousand in rods, reels, and tackle and a boat. My friend has moved away, but we were able to get together for a fishing trip in Kentucky this summer. Also, about the same time I renewed my passion for fishing, both of my brother did the same. Fishing with my brothers is one of my most favorite things in the world. Now we need to work on our dad. ;D

vincedia reply :

My best friend got me hooked, but it took me over 10 years to realize it!

We were in High School and he had a house on the jersey shore. His father had 2 boats, so we spent many summers on the ocean. We would go fishing quite a few times throughout the summer. I still remember catching weakies off the beach in Cape May. I also have distinct memories of the Cape May shark tourneys. All these huge boats speeding through the normally calm dock that his house was sitting on. Watching the fishermen pull huge beasts out of the boats and on the scales.

That was it for over 10 years! I had not touched a pole since. Then two years ago a friend asked if I wanted to hit his favorite local stream. I had to run to Wallmart and get my license, rod/reel combo and about $5 worth of lures. He rigged everything for me because it was different than using live bait and trolling in the ocean. There was no bank fishing, but we waded into the water on a 90+ day and just sat there under a bridge. It was extremely relaxing. I almost blanked as he was pulling in a few, mostly pan fish. I threw the lure into the water and got bored. So I set the rod down and lit a cig, and as soon as I looked away....BAM a sm took it and ran. I grabbed the rod and pulled him in. That memory stuck with me for a long time. I think this is when I picked up my bait monkey, but thank god back then he was still young, it took him another two years to hit me hard.

So within the last few months I decided that I wanted to fish and needed to buy all new equipment and tackle. And that's how I got here!

Vince

Nate reply :

My mom got me hooked when i was about 3 because my dad was always too busy with sports and things that he had to do so i was raised by my mother.

alhuff reply :

My dad got all of his kids, including me, hooked on fishing from the time we could hold a fishing pole. most of us still love to fish to this day, there were 6 of us.

growing up you worked and fished, not always in that order.

i enjoyed reading all the stories you all have posted, now we all have to insure that we pass the same love for fishing and the great outdoors on to our kids and grandkids.

thanks for the topic LBH,

Alfred

Rattlinrogue reply :

My Paw-paw used to take all of us grandkids bream fishing when we were little 'uns.We caught the heck out of some big bull bream.

New Bass Man reply :

My dad.

Crabcakes reply :

My grandpa really started it for me. He took me out fishing on the beach when we went on family vacations to North Carolina. My first fish was a spot out of the surf I caught with him. He'd always tell me "keep your line taut". I've been fishing ever since and in the last two years started freshwater fishing but the salt is home for me. I've now landed 46 species of fish which is pretty good for 18. He's passed on since then but the love of fishing and the outdoors he inspired will stay with me forever.

abelfisher reply :

myself. Dad was not around. Fortunately, I got my son introduced to fishing.

jomatty reply :

i wish i could say that my dad had got me into fishing. i think our relationship would be a lot closer if we had that to do together. unfortunately he dosent care for it.

my friends father is the one who really got me into fishing. he would take us fishing from a very young age on his bassboat and also on float trips for smallies in his john boat. those were great trips.

my mom had no interest in fishing but would drive us to the river and patiently wait as we threw grubs and nightcrawlers at the bluegill.

when it came down to it i was hooked as soon as i dropped a line in the water although i lost interest for other pursuits for a few years in my late teens early twenties.

matt

Grey Wolf reply :

My DAD got me into fishing though his methods were a lot differant than mine are. He trot-lined and giged a lot. I figured there had to be an easier way , so I got myself some artificial lures and the rest is history.

Justin P. reply :

My little brother got me hooked. A few years ago he told me that he was always catching bass at the river. I tried it once and I was hooked. Now I am looking to become sponsored and fish pro tournements.

-Justin P.

Gatorbassman reply :

My dad introduced my to Trout fishing. Doghouse introduced me to bass fishing.

lubina reply :

My Dad.

I wasn't able to walk yet the first time he took me in the boat....deep sea fishing. He, in the other hands, never bass fished.....I think I introduced myself to it, just I could fish more often.

senile1 reply :

My Dad and an uncle introduced me to fishing. My Dad introduced me to bass fishing.

Troutfisher reply :

My grandpa. He's fished ever since I can remember. The first time I went fishing, it was behind my grandparent's camp in a small stream. I had a bobber and nightcrawler on, and on the first cast, I caught a brook trout with the help of my grandpa. Boy, I love fishing with him.

Shakes reply :

Pops did. I was 4. Don't really remember, but I've got a picture of me when I was that age with my first bass.

Thanks Dad

nboucher reply :

Mr. Lemieux. I don't even remember his first name. I grew up in southern New Hampshire, in a neighborhood of factory workers who, thanks to gthe GI Bill, had managed to buy into a development of small and indentical ranch houses during the 1950s. We moved into ours when I was five, and it wasn't long until I'd begun wandering down to the pond across the street. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I must have wandered into Mr. Lemieux fishing for shiners with dough balls. He used to go there after work in his undershirt. Sometimes he'd take an alumnimum folding chair with him, and he always had a cigar going. He also had a couple of slices of bread on the ground beside him and a bucket. He filled the bucket with pond water and put the shiners in it. I remember looking in the bucket and seeing all those silver fish.

Soon I'd talked my parents into buying me a Zebco 202 and during the summer I fished over there by myself during the day. I still associate fishing with cigar smoke.

RIP, Mr. Lemieux.

NJfishinGuy reply :

My dad got me into it. my whole family is full of fisherman both sides to. so my dad sat me down in our large side yard and handed me a pole and tough me to cast, id sit out there for a while with it aparently this is all while i was still in diapers lol. anyway then he started me real fishing when i was like 4ish and here i am

Banor reply :

My dad. We lived around lakes and had a summer cottage on a small lake we spent alot of time at. I remember when I was little I was the annoying son that wanted to go home after an hour because it "was cold" or "I'm hot" or "it's dark"!

It didnt take long for it to be: "come on son we have to go, dinner is ready", "no really, after this cast son we really gotta go! Mom's waiting!"

hooch4202 reply :

My Father had always been a casual fisherman. Never really serious about it, but , like everything else he seemed to be a perfectionist in anything that he spent his time at. In that I mean, in retrospect, I see that while my father was not a serious fisherman, he didn't settle for anything less than the best in tackle. He was and still is a big fan of quality spinning(Mitchell) reels. He never really got the touch to baitcast reels. I was about 10 or 12 when he saw my great interest in fishing. My Father proceeded to buy me my first baitcast reel, a Shimano Bantam from the local KMart. He took me to the local lake, dropped me off at the boat ramp, explained the basics of baitcasting reels, in which he was not an experienced in, told me what he knew what it took to make it work, even though that he wasn't able to do what he told me.(Or maybe he was, as my thoughts have always been, because his detail to the asthetics of baitcasting were really clear as to the control of the spool) He told me what I needed to do to use this reel, as it was the choice type of reel for bass fishing. I spent many a day there at the ramp casting out to perfect my abilities as my Father jogged around the lake as it was a park. I began to get the feel for everything and was soon proficient in casting.

That started my extreme zest for bass fishing. I soon became quite adept at plucking bass from any of the many strip pits in bicycle's reach of our house. It was when I was 14 that I pursued employment with a local tackle shop/restaurant on the same city lake that I met Murvin Berry, the entreprenuer who ran the shop. Murv was and I guess is still the greatest kind of boss that a kid could ask for. Hard as nails in taskmastering, being able to give you the same negative shake of his head when you did wrong as my own Father gave me. It was the kind of headshake where you just wished you were dead, instead of having to admit culpability. You know the sting of it if you have been there yourself. Next to my Father, there was no other person that I ever wanted to let down than Murv. He knew what ulterior motives that I had for working for him, to glean as much fishing knowledge from him and his cadre of bassing customers that would sit about and talk bassing in the restaurant half of the store.

Murvin Berry was perhaps the best in his hardline tactics of management of me, in that he always drove me the hardest of any boss since(I was 15 then and I am a manager now at 34) Between my father, who drove me to my strong work ethic(and to the Bait Shop) and Murvin, the semi Pro angler in national tournaments who ran the shop to pay his bills, I couldn't have asked for stronger guidance in life. These lessons learned have proved to be the ones that can never be ignored.

On my sixteenth birthday, Murvin had planned to surprise me by making me his partner in an open tournament on Lake Monroe in Indiana. I know that I didn't have an idea what to do, but Murvin proceeded to establish a shallow cranking pattern involving rocks and rip rap to make us the winners in the tournament. It was a huge amount of money to me as a kid at the time, and a sizeable amount to even my partner. Murvin shared that money with me, though I have to think he knew it was going to be going to him regardless, as I spent it within his shopwalls stocking my boxes. I cannot thank this great man enough for his tuteledge in competitive bass fishing enough. As well, I cannot thank my Father enough for starting me on the path to a sport that luckily kept me away from the dangers of youthful choices that I could have made at the time. I never had the money to spend on drugs or alcohol because I had the greatest of addictions. Looking back, yeah I have problably competed in dollars spent as any drug addict, but I have something to show for it. It's something that wont ever go away, I could lose it all in any manner of ways, but this addiction will always consume me and my dollars in the quest for peace and a hard tug on the line.

So I thank my Father, Steve Houchins, and my first real boss Murvin Berry, for all that they have instilled in me, to enjoy all that God gives us. I might not have been a championship bass fisherman yet, as I wanted to be as a youth, to repay these great men for their attention to me as a kid, but I can promise these two that I will never quit trying.

Apologize for being so verbose, but things just need to be said.

God Bless any fisherman that teaches this to a young kid!

Curt Houchins

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