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When I was a kid, my Dad took me fishing every weekend for as long as I can remember. My first fishing memory as a kid was with my Moms dad, and my father, and myself on a canoe somewhere on Wini. I casted my zebco into the weeds, and can remember my dad cussing. All of a sudden my bobber disappeared and my rod bent over. After a good struggle a nice 16 inch large mouth was being pulled over the side of that green canoe. I don't know who was more proud, my dad or me. My dad bought a canoe sometime after that. It was a nice setup. A green Colman with a transom on the back. I think It was called a scanoe. We had an electric engine on the back and we would fish all over New Hampshire ponds in search of trout and bass.
My dads parents had a house in the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia. My summer vacations were spent fishing for spot and croak-er. Lots of fun.They had a an aluminum john boat. I would catch minnows on the dock, then row the boat out to the creek and fish ebb and flo. I had to be careful on the way in because if the fishing was to good there would be no water around the dock when I got back. i would be tits deep in mud, with a big smile on my face because the boat was usually filled with fish. When I was in fifth grade My Grandfather and his friend took me tuna fishing. We went out of Virginia Beach. I caught a White Marlin a bunch of tuna. Did not know how fortunate I was. I still have a plack somewhere from the Governor of Virgina for releasing the marlin.
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