01-27-2004, 05:52 PM
It all started for me when my dad would take me to the Uintas when I was very young. I was so young and small that I got cold really easy and at first could not even cast out my own line. Back then the limit was 14 trout and a child could catch half of a full limit. I would be so bummed if we had to leave before we had all 21 fish in the creel. The night before a fishing trip I was so excited that I could not sleep. It was worse than Christmas Eve. We would always leave around 3:30 or 4:00am so that we could be at the lake before the sun rose, even after hiking in a ways. It was so cool to be in the woods in the dark like that. It was a little scary but I trusted my dad. And back then the scent of the pines trees was very intense to me. The whole experience was perfect. I just could not get enough.
I always loved fishing. To this day people tease me because where ever we went, and I saw even the smallest stream or pond, I would always ask my dad, "Dad, do you think there are any fish in there?" Fishing is all that I thought about. It has been 30 years since then but my family still laughs about it when we are out somewhere together.
In high school when I had my own car I was a fishing maniac. And I liked to hike to remote lakes and fish in solitude, except for my buddies. Yep, I was addicted but lately I don't have as much time.
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I always loved fishing. To this day people tease me because where ever we went, and I saw even the smallest stream or pond, I would always ask my dad, "Dad, do you think there are any fish in there?" Fishing is all that I thought about. It has been 30 years since then but my family still laughs about it when we are out somewhere together.
In high school when I had my own car I was a fishing maniac. And I liked to hike to remote lakes and fish in solitude, except for my buddies. Yep, I was addicted but lately I don't have as much time.
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