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I don't know about the rest of you, but my dad took me fishing as a kid, and helped instill a love for the sport, so in his waning years I took him fishing and had as fun as before.
Here's my fishing story:
I used to live in Arlington, and was just a freshwater guy then.
I would ride my moutain bike to various ponds and rivers in the area. (FYI. the area was anyplace from Chelmsford to Weston and to Boston)
I would ride out to Stony Brook in Weston for trout fishing.
When I had access to a car I would take dad fishing and I took him to this spot, driving the same route I road my bike. We caught a few brookies, rainbows and browns (all stocked) and returned home.
My parents moved from Jamaica Plain to Hyde Park and had a house warming party. I walked by the kitchen window and overheard my dad talking to a few of the elder uncles and heard him say "My son Tim took me fishing the other day, and MAN, he goes WAY OUT THERE!"
I knew I had done well when I could impress my dad without ever trying.
We spent quite a few other outings camping and fishing in Nickerson State Park, but those a re stories for another day.....
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