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I was not "born" a fisherman and only got addicted at an older age. My oldest boy has already informed me that he will not grow up to be a fisherman like me. I think it was in spite to tell the truth. I have always reinforced our trips in a positive way regardless of the results. But most of the time I try to take him when I have a good idea we can catch. This is the end of May and the start of June usually , when the fish are ripe for topwater action. I just want him to be happy no matter what he does and try to support his decisions even if they are not my cup of tea.The memories I have of us fishing together are limited but are certainly imbedded in my mind for eternity. If he knew how much I enjoyed them he would probably fish more. However, football,baseball,basketball,lacrosse,and now girls seem to be stealing the spotlight.
My greatest memory was a Father's Day around 5 or 6 years ago down in front of the Coast Guard station at Race Point.It was mid-morning and we were hooking up doubles on a hi lo rig every cast with sand eels,fish up to 25 lbs. After about an hour he informs me he wants to go back to the campground in Truro.I tell him we are not leaving until the fish do or we run out of bait. He tells me he will walk back and I call his bluff......
When he was a speck the size of a pinhead on the horizon I pack up and give him a ride 6 miles back. I was a little angry and disappointed he hadn't shown the passion for fishing I was hoping for but when we got back to the camper he was bragging to his mom and sister about the morning we had. I smiled and still do at this memory of the greatest Father's Day I could ever imagine.
Keep things in perspective was my lesson that day.
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