Any time that I got to or get to fish with my daughters.

Greatest almost fishing moment was today when I to Maine to see my 9 1/2 month old grandson and took him to the fish tank at Cabelas. He looked at he fish with his eyes wide open and said his first word in front of Papa it was "fish". I looked at him and the lady next to me looked at him and he pointed and said it again. He is well on his way.

All are good stories guys, thanks for sharing.
My most recent "greatest moment" was fishing last year with my girlfriend on her Birthday. I built her her own 7' rod and she put it to good use. She got the only keeper of the day, and she cleaned it herself when we got home. It's a great memory, she still gloats when she sees the pic.

After many frustrating days in the fall chasing Albies it seemed like they had left. No birds ,little bait . Then motoring slowley along the jetties I kept seeing a little funny water. Every cast to that spot ,boom, albie,with a wind that would push me in the right direction.

I could not come up with only one as I love any time out on the water (fresh or salt). But here are just a few that stand out. The best with my son was the first trip he and I made to a small Maine pond when he was 12 to fish for smallmouths. We put the boat in went across the pond and first cast he makes a nice 6# or better smally jumps on his tinytorpedo and the fight is on. After a few minutes he has the fish coming along side and Dad gets it caught in the trolling motor and cuts him off. Greg looks back at me and says thats ok dad I was going to let him go anyway. The fish gods did help me out as we both caught many smallys that day up to and a few over 5# but not the big one. This pond has blessed us with many very large fish and great times together. Another would be the first trip to Cutty back in 2002 with a few new found friends at a site called striped-bass.com. I found the site in Jan. and asked if some of the guys would like to fish at Cuttyhunk with me in June for a weekend and stay at our house. If you can look up threads that far back see what kind of a reaction I got to that offer. Of all the times I have fished on Cutty and Nashawena islands for more than 50 years that weekend would be the best if only to watch the faces of these new comers as they fished the promised land. And yes John R that night with you and me in my boat and Clammer and Goose in his would have to be the most none stop Fish Catching, Laughter filled night of all it was what I think most true fisherman long for. Good fishing good friends good times!!

"A Kiss"
 

I wrote this story a couple of years ago. I can't believe my oldest son is going to be a teen-ager in two days. Thanks for this thread. It was nice to re-visit, sometimes life moves too fast.

Wow what a great thread!:kewl:
I grew up in NE PA and lived less than a mile from the Susquehanna River. We fished it often, wading or fishing out of my dad's jon boat. On nice weekend days we would take two trucks so we could enjoy a nice 5 mile float trip. We caught mostly smallmouth, but also perch, rock bass, walleye and when we felt like it we'd tangle with the huge carp. Then one day while trolling a panther martin spinner minnow my dad hooked a musky. Quite the battle ensued on fairly light tackle. He landed that fish,a 35 incher and his first musky ever, despite growing up in a house on the bank of the river. He just never targeted them before, probably because he grew up quite poor and any legal fish he caught went to the kitchen so he focused on the smaller fish with the better odds...
One night the following summer, August 14, 1979 to be exact, dad asks me if I want to go down to the river for a few casts one evening after baseball practice, so I say sure, and we end up fishing a nice hole with a back eddy that leads into a riffly narrows. The fish weren't biting and the sun was fading fast. I sensed the end of the outing was near and was losing a little interest (as a nine year old will do from time to time). I had on a yellow quarter ounce jig and I was fishing with a telescopic fiberglass rod with a zebco pushbutton special with 10 or 12 lb. test. I had the rod butt on top of my head and was reeling so fast the jig was just skipping across the water. About ten feet from shore in about 10 inches of water all hell breaks loose. All I can manage is "dad, I got one and it feels big." I can still see the look on his face when he saw the shape of my rod. The fish gave me four or five head shakes and then just started peeling line. A tough and anxious battle took place and it got hairy when the fish started going downstream. I had to follow and nurse him down through the riffles to the next eddy where, with much encouragement from dad I finally put the fish on the rocks. We celebrated and then measured the fish at 40.75 inches. It was not a stocked tiger, but a true muskellunge. We drove it over to the local supermarket and walked in and draped it over the produce scale at one of the registers and it came in at 15.5 pounds, my biggest fish before I found saltwater and a great time with dad.

Great times, great times :btu:

Scotty, you madman

I AM DYING TO GO MUSKIE FISHING! CATCHING THE FISH OF 10,000 CASTS IS A DREAM OF MINE AND ONE I HOPE TO MAKE A REALITY SOON!

Great story BME!:cool:

a minute a cast works out to fishing 24/7. . . . .7 days. . .hope you are a patient man. I fished with the editor of muskie magazine , they are a devoted bunch. He felt that all the pike he caught while waiting out the muskie were like us fighting through dogfish. . .pisses him off.

last year when the pogies were running, a friend and i took my 12ft fiberglass duck hunting boat down to the harbor near my house. we were going into the channel and snagging bait and going back into the marina and casting under a big sailboat that had a huge school of fish under it. cast out, count to five and one would grab it, let it run, count to five again and stick em. there was a big marina party on the dock we were casting toward and everyone was cheering and talkin about how big the fish were. the crowd turned it into a compitition between my buddy and i and after about 2 hours we caught about 15 keepers. let all but two smaller ones go. having the people there made it feel like we were in an arena or something. a pertty cool experience and if the bait comes back like that hopefully ill do it again