The waters can be dangerous, no?
I know how. Iām just shit at it.
I was just discussing this with my siblings not long ago. When we were kids, our Dad (who wasnāt around much) used to take us out fishing on the somewhat rare occasion that he was home. I guess that it was his way to fit in some āfatherlyā thing⦠Anyway, I did learn how to fish. However, I found that my luck just wasnāt what othersā was. The rest of my siblings and my father would catch fish all around me. I RARELY would get a nibble. I think that, in my entire life, I managed to catch ONE fish⦠and it was too small to keep, so we threw it back. I donāt know if I was doing something wrong, or if I just had absolutely terrible luck. I seemed to be doing exactly as everybody else was, but never had much luck. But, regardless of why, I just didnāt see much value in fishing. It became more of a drag to me, and would have rather just been left at home. My brother (who DID catch a fish from time to time) remembers it much more fondly, and even fishes on occasion, to this day. I, on the other hand, have not been fishing since I was around 12 years old, when my parents separated and divorced. (Then, after that, my father no longer had time to take us fishing⦠instead, Iād have to sit in his apartment and get screamed at for having a %#^#* #^$&@# mother, every other Friday evening through Sunday evening, until I turned 18.)
Ah⦠such fond memories of fishing and childhood!
Same here! Well, not in such dramatic fashion, butā¦
Fishing, like many activities is most enjoyable if your first experiences are with a person that really knows what they are doing and can make it fun.
My grandparents had a āfarm pondā as they called it. They had a bit of property in the county and they dug a pond and stocked it. We would go there and it was fun.
My great uncle had a cabin up in Michigan, I would go up with him a few times and spend a week. The fishing was AMAZING. He knew all the spots and when to go, and what pole to use. We cleaned up.
I used to go fishing in the local creeks and under bridges⦠caught chubs and other weird little feesh.
I havenāt fished in many years.
Does this count?
I caught my first Rainbow Trout off a bridge when I was 6. Since then I have fished many times and many different places but my favorite spot is still my first.
There is something fishy about this question.
(Sorry, low hanging fruit as my friends would say)
Yes.
Fresh & Salt water fishing.
Havenāt gone in years but I still have all equipment.
I used to know a guy who fished with dynamite. His name was Stumpy.
Really this isnāt very specific. What constitutes fishing?
Putting bait on a hook and throw it in some water?
Throwing dynamite into a pond?
Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day.
Give that man a Swedish Fish (or āScandinavian Swimmers,ā the alternative generic store brand), and he will say, āYa, vas is gummy!ā
Iāve been fishing since I can remember. Every summer my family, grandparents, and uncles and aunts and their kids would go up to the Sequoia National Forest to camp and fish. My first fish I can clearly remember catching was a rainbow trout from the streams there. We also went ocean fishing at least once a year, went clamming and crabbing, and hunted for abalone and mussels. We didnāt have a lot of money, so it was less of a pleasure thing and more of a way to get extra food on the table. I even caught a leopard shark once. Oddly enough, it tasted like calamari. Now that I have kids of my own I keep trying to make time to teach them how to hunt and fish, but itās hard when all the places I went when I was younger are fished out, have little water from the drought, or are fish sanctuaries. But one day they too will learn how to catch, clean, and prepare a fish. And hunt. And grow things. And fix things. Became if there is one thing I want itās for them to be self reliant. Itās better for them to have the skills and never use them than to flail around helpless in case of an emergency.
Close up: man sitting in a small boat holding a fishing pole. The line stretches to the water. A slight breez blows by the boat.
Pan out to show the boat is the only one in a large lake.
The camera slowly goes below the water line to show a sinker on the end of the line with a worm laden hook about three feet off the bottom.
Pan further back to show there isnāt a fish anywhere to be seen between the boat and the shoreline.
That is me in the boat. Whenever I drop a line the fish disappear. Absolute waste of time. But a good reason to drink beer!
meh⦠as long as you can grow good olā tomatoes and homemade wine⦠youāll be golden
Does āskin a buckā mean something different than literally, skinning a buck?
Cuz, thatās the easiest part, cutting it into the proper cuts is the tricky part.
Save the backstraps⦠those are yummy.

Does āskin a buckā mean something different than literally, skinning a buck?
Cuz, thatās the easiest part, cutting it into the proper cuts is the tricky part.
Save the backstraps⦠those are yummy.
lol⦠I think in the song he means the whole process, but ⦠even at that⦠that may be the easy part for you. If I were to try that, Iām pretty sure itād end up looking like a slasher movie gone wrong
I learned a long time ago, what I think of as the easiest thing in the world may be like climbing Mount Kilimanjaro for others.