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Great stories! I love to hear this stuff. Thanks for the memories.
My Father was no fisherman either. He got sick on boats and like most have said , worked too much to have a hobby fishing like we do now. In fact , if the truth were known , I think he really hated to go fishing. He just did it caused I liked it.
He did find time to periodically take me to Scott's Pond on the Lincoln/Central falls line. It started when I was about 5 years old. He had a very short rod with a bait casting reel. We would fish worms under a bobber and caught plenty of Sunny's which he called "Roaches" with a wrinkled nose. I remember how impressed I was one day when we caught a pickeral. It was the first fish I ever got that wasn't a Roach!
He couldn't cast the baitcaster. In fact it was a firm rule that I was never to even try since it would result in a backlash and that meant he had to pick it out and I would be in trouble. Instead , he would pull out a length of line onto the ground and then he would , not so athletically , toss it out with the bobber and worm on the hook using both hands. Also , it was like a MASH hopspital when we went fishing. From the hooks or the fish spines or whatever , my poor Father always ended up bleeding when we went fishing. My father was an extremely intelligent man but I guess we were at the bottom of the toatem poll as fisherman went. It didn't matter at all. I thought it was great to go fishing with him!
Clammer , glad you like the pole. I'll be taking some time off the next few weeks and hope we can get together one time to try for some fish off your boat!
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