Hmmmm, now who could this kid rockin them stylish shorts be!!
Late 60’s in the Pacific, brother and I caught it on a hand line behind a wooden log raft we made with a old 2hp motor on it. Was bringing in a bonito on the line when the marlin ate it. Still remmber my brother wanting to cut the line but me saying “no way”, our hands were all blistered and bleedin from the line burns by time we got it in!
Russ B.
Psalm 55:22
are you sure you arent related to Earnest Hemingway??? love that book…if any of you ever spot an old copy of it…let me know…I had one from the 6o’s and it “got gone” during hugo…one of my absolute favorite books…read it once a year…sure speaks to the heart about life…dreams…and how sometimes finaly getting what you want can be a little disapointing…
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My dads friend Mr. white got me started. His 4 boys wanted nothing to do with fishing. My dad was not into it very much but one daywe went out in the Cheas. Bay and caught large blues and “rock” fish[stripers]. I was 8 years old and by 10 I was taking Mr. Whites boat out by myself with a couple of friends.
It got me bad and I continue to enjoy every day on the water.
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I am of the original Wessinger family at Lake Murray, so I grew up on the lake fishing…our familys farm that borders the lake has an old lap siding shed called “the takle house” Got into salt heavy when I moved to Sarasota Fla in 99’.
My dad got me fishing in a bass tournaments when i was young with a company well known, General Electric.I fished them and went fishing with my mom and grandparents in local and private ponds owned by people my grandparents new.then i grew older and my da introduce me to saltwater fishing.so now we go deep sea fishing and fish inshore areas when we can make it down to charleston.
The greatest man to have ever walked this planet got me fishing, my Father (may he rest in peace). We would go crappie fishing on Lay Lake in AL. In a Glaspar side console boat, using mostly cane poles and minnows, fishing the stumps. I will always remember those times.
Now I am a primarily salt water fisherman but still yearn to spend just one more day with him dropping minnows next to an old tree to coax out a slabside.
What kind of fish is that? Can I eat it?
My Dad was never much of an outdoorsman but he did take me fishing in a pond across from our church and I was hooked. My Dad at the time was a school teacher and Baptist Minister and also had another couple of business interest but the “preacher” part gave me plenty of invites to local ponds
My Dad would fish little but not much but when I was 10 yrs old he took me on the Gulfstream II, that was the one thing he really enjoyed was fishing offshore and ever since then we went twice a year. In fact at one of his church’s the men of the church would charter the entire Gulfstream for an offshore trip and he continued this up for many years. Then one day we went out with Capt Mark Brown on the Teaser and never looked back
My parents bought a house on IOP back in the early 70’s and I was stuck there for several weeks in the summer, this was shock from all there was to do at Myrtle Beach and I learned to fish saltwater. I fished at IOP Marina and Wild Dunes before either were there(anyone remember the old Sand Dollar Campground).
Another person that always influenced me was Curt Gowdy (keep in mind for you younger guys this was before the days of all the cable/sat channels and we only had 3 channels and very little fishing/hunting on TV). Curt’s show the American Sportsman really peaked my interest in the great outdoors and I really wish I could have met him before he died.
I have since tried and do pass on my love of hunting and fishing to anyone that will let me and at this point in my life I enjoy the looks on youngsters faces more than catching fish and killing deer, ducks, turkeys my self
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To be honest I can not remember a time when I wasnt fishing or hunting with my dad, either standing right beside him on the bow or falling in with him trying to get the right position on a bass bed or setting a shrimp pole and putting too much weight on it. I was fortunate though; I grew up in Charleston, but we have always had an old place up on Lake Marion right next to Clear Water Pond that my dad had been going to since he was a kid, we’d camp up there on spring break every year and catch more fish then you could shake a stick at. Seemed like there were more fish back then… The two earliest fishing memories I can always remember are at around four years old waking up on those foggy, cold spring morning to catch the topwater bite on the lake before the sun came up and the other trying to break the surf around bird key at night to go gigging, I remember being quite nervous as a four year old, but we made it and stuck a bunch. Everything I know about fishing I owe to my father and I have to include his best friend Rick as well who has taken me fishing quite a bit if my dad had to work. Dad had to travel alot with his job after the shipyard shutdown, but he’s about to retire and blows my phone up every week to go fishing. Cant beat em!
I love reading these stories! Mine is a bit different as I’ll shed a different light on how I got into fishing as a girl. I grew up on a big farm in Virginia, and my Dad ran a cow/calf operation for fun as his main two businesses were a farm supply company and large scale equipment rental company. We had several ponds on the farm, and my twin brother and I would sneak off with a couple of Daddy’s rods and reels and a can of corn “borrowed” from Momma’s pantry. My brother would also dig up night crawlers from time to time as handling them wasn’t quite my thing. We’d catch blue gills (they call 'em bream down here!)and monster catfish in one pond and trout in the other special pond Daddy had built and stocked. I lost interest in fishing as I got older and into cheerleading, track and boys…
When I moved to Mt. P right after grad school before Hugo hit I remember never seeing the water from anything other than the top of the Old Cooper River Bridges. After divorcing my high school sweet heart, I started dating a fella who was born and raised in Charleston - he introduced me to fishing, shrimping, crabbing and collecting oysters. While he didn’t last very long, my interest in fishing and doing anything on the water did. I wouldn’t date anyone who couldn’t take me fishing in shore or off shore - both preferably. My friends laugh at my dating days which were referred to as my own kind of “Tag and Release” program (no dirty thoughts here, fellas!) That program grew rather old, so I went looking for my forever fishing buddy who’d really been there all the time and I didn’t quite know it. Yep, I married my best fishing buddy ever! And, he’ll still tell you I’m his bestest fishing buddy too! Stinker better…
Grandaddy Metz. There weren’t too many weekends after my parents bought the farm in April 1968 that they didn’t drive from Lexington to visit us at the farm in Chester. The original pond was built using a mule-drawn pan and had a lot of catfish in it. My Grandaddy Metz was a purist so we blew a hole in it, drained it and restocked it with largemouth bass, bluegills and shellcrackers. I was 5 when he started taking me with him during those weekend visits. As I got a little bigger, I spent more time paddling than fishing and had the additional job of chasing the cows away from his car as they evidently liked the taste of the paint on his 196? Ford Fairlane. He also cussed a lot for the way I handled the paddling job. I was either too close to the bank or too far from it, made a cast that accidently went across the rod with the cork and worm on it (he always fished 2 rods-a Mepps Minnow and a worm rig) or I made too much noise as I hit not one but both gunnels of the aluminum jon boat with the paddle. It wasn’t demeaning, just added for emphasis to whatever he was fussing at me about. He introduced me to early morning Vienna Sausages speared with the blade of his Case knife. He never talked much because he said it scared the fish and he never, ever fished an East wind. He gave me all his brother’s fishing tackle when he passed away in the late 70’s. Included in all that were 2 fly rods and more poppers and flies than a boy of 10 could ever imagine. I only outfished him twice the entire time we fished together, both of which I can remember like it was just this morning. Once I was using a purple Beetle Spin outcatching him 5 fish to 3 and another time when I lit up 13 bream on the bed with my fly rod to his 2 on worms. I remember the last time we fished together. It was April, I was 18, he had just had stomach cancer surgery and after 58 years of marraige, he had lost his wife the Christmas just past and down deep, he just wanted to go home and be with her. He did that two months later, just days after I turned 19. I
Good read there SC2079BS. I’m sure he still looks down and is proud that he could pass that passion on to you.
Russ B.
Psalm 55:22
To this day, my pantry, boat bag and all the dry boat storages are full of Viennas! The ones by Hormel -no other brand.
My dad used to put my playpin in the back of his 18’ Alumacraft on lake Erie when he went walleye and perch fishing. We moved to Myrtle in 1986 when I was two and the rest is history…
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Grandfather started taking me fishing but momma gave me the real advice…" you cant catch anything if you dont have a line in the water."
My Dad. Started fishing when I was 3 (1958) and my first fish was a croaker. Started hunting at 4 and I was Dad’s dove retriever by age 5. Got a 410 single shot at age 6. We fished for salt and freshwater fish, and hunted doves, quail, deer, and ducks. Dad was a WWII veteran (served from '39 to '45) and he was one of the few I saw that could many times get a dove limit with a box or less of shells and 3 quail for 3 shots on a covey rise. He was a farm boy and a man amoung men. Dad died April 1, 2009 at the age of 89. I had 50+ years of fishing and hunting with him. Priceless. Fish with your kids and be their friend…you will know where they are.
JB
My Dad took me fishing when I was 5 or so and caught my first trout on a fly when I was 8 in WV. From there did all sorts of freshwater in the northeast, then moved to Colorado and became a guide. I got to return the favor by reteaching him to fly fish (he’d been out of it for many years) and hooking him up with multiple “biggest fish evers”.
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Yes they do!!
I like the "Rangers" logo in the one pic. My Granddad was a huge Rangers fan and loved fishing the piers of the Outer Banks of NC. My 3 older brothers got me started. I grew up with a rod in hand fishing the Nags Head, Oregon Inlet area of NC. Bluefish, the usual spot, croaker, Sea Mullet. Then at 12 I got started fishing with the "big boys " at Jennette's Pier in Nags Head for big sharks. Now after about 33 years of it from piers, beaches and boats I am watching my two girls fish hard. They have landed sharks over 9' from the beaches and continue to love growing in it. We just got back from the Hatteras 4-wheel trip and are already planning our next trip. Thanks- big brothers!I got started with my granddad on his 22ft American with twin johnson seahorses and 20ft Bertram with 6 cylinder chrysler I/O. He would run his battery dead with the electric reels and then call to the other boat with us for a jump. I have never heard anyone say that he called a trip or turned around. I saw him fix exhaust leaks or come in on one engine myself like it was normal. My brother tells a story of him and a friend going out of the inlet with granddaddy one morning and it being cotton blown off the tops of the waves and a dark sky. They had to stop per usual to work on the engine, and they got sick and wanted to turn around. Granddaddy took them to the beach and told them to jump out and walk to the beach house! He turned back and went fishing by himself.
He was an excellent fisherman.
In the mid eighties, he would also take me fishing on the Edisto River where I grew up. He taught me how to get blue bait with a pitch fork in the swamp and how to lay out pieces of carpet in the pasture to have crickets the next day for red breasts. After a while, he got me throwing a rubber plug in the swimming pool to practice casting, and then he taught me how to catch bass and crapie in the oxbow lakes and dug canals off the river. My favorite hole was right under a pump station for our irrigation pivot. The canal was about 4ft deep running about 100 yards from the S. Edisto. Right under the lift station it was about 10ft deep though. You could see all the fish as you fished for them, and it was like sitting over an aquarium. These fish were harder to catch than the red breasts on their beds in black water though, so I learned more about how to trick them.
After a little bit of that we got where we fished in ponds a little more using artificials. By the time I was a teenager I was bass fishing in our pond or another every afternoon.
He went offshore almost every weekend sometimes when I was little, but I only got to go a few times. When I was a teen, we’d follow him to bottom spots in our boat,
Beerbuzz! good friends, fish, and some beers.
I was born into a fishing family. Both my Grandfather (John Eynon) and my Dad Bobby were die hard fisherman. Also my father was a member of Charleston coastal Anglers so I started the tournament fishing young. I don’t remember catching my first fish but I remember flats fishing with my dad and Gene adams in the early 90s when flats fishing was just getting started and chasing huge schools of redfish. I remember King fishing but mostly trout, flounder and redfish. I have to say I learned how to pull up an anchor with my grandfather and what was good to eat on a boat, My dad taught me how to bait line, cast, through a cast net, tie knots etc etc and Genie fine tuned what ever my dad taught me. My favorite picture I have is one that was taken of me on the Fort Johnson flats when I was like 7 or 8 with a huge redfish that i caught with a gold spoon. My dad, Gene and me wore the schools out that cold march day and Genie framed it for me. I am now learning everything I need to know about offshore fishing from my Dad over the phone since he is in Charleston and I am in Texas. Everytime I have won a tournament I have thanked the three people who got me into fishing; My dad, My grandfather, and Gene Adams.
From reds to marlin you got it.
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