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Post by Gary on May 9, 2003 10:12:07 GMT
Mine has to be when I was about five years old going with me old man to the local cut. He had a split can rod and centrepin reel, crows quill float and an old wicker basket. I had a small three foot metal rod with a plastic reel moulded onto it and sat on the bank. we fished a peg near to a bridge and he was catching pristine roach on hemp while I looked on. I Hooked a big Perch & can remember getting it to the side before it slipped the hook. Things don't change much! ;D
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Post by Chris Taylor on May 9, 2003 11:23:54 GMT
Tha Old Old Days then Firts time i remember was going to a local carp lake drawing a good peg (wish i could still do it ;D ;D) and hooked 5 carp. not had a fish above a 3lb tench before it was a disaster laggi all over the pond the carp went round every island and still got them in (wish i could get them in now all i do is lose em ) Class day and set Leeds Junior Best wieght of the year. Not bad for a first match
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Post by Wheresmefloatgon on May 9, 2003 12:12:57 GMT
What a brilliant thread My earliest memories go back to when I was about seven years old, and fishing a local working brickyard pond with my brothers and friends. We were fishing for sticklebacks with a garden cane, cotton for line and a bent pin for a hook, and using the inevitable worm on the hook. We had filled loads of jamjars and cans with sticklebacks(the redbreasted ones were treated as a special bonus) and I remember being laid on my stomach peering into the water and watching the bits attacking my worm when a monster perch appeared ( it was about 2 ounces but to me it was a bl**dy monster) it seemed to bristle when it saw the worm and me in panic tried to pull the whole lot away from it - obviously, like a kitten with a ball of wool, the perch launched itself at the worm and within seconds was flying through the air to land about 5 yards behind me. We all gathered round to look at it and no one was brave enough to pick it up. A man from the brickworks came along and told us that nobody knew that there were anything but minnows in the pond and before long everybody was down there with their tackle. Those were the days
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Post by EJAYAR on May 9, 2003 17:49:43 GMT
I was about 6 years old and went to Atcham with my dad and his mate, spent about 3 hours fishing over a small ledge and caught nearly 100 minnows, all by myself . I remember seeing a large fish jump out clear of the water which everyone said was a Salmon, seemed like the size of a small Dolphin to me at the time. We moved further downstream for the last hour where dad caught a few decent Roach and I caught one over half a pound, shame though it had a big gash on its side and teeth marks as if it had had a lucky escape from a Pike. ;D ;D Funny how things seemed so different when you were young
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Post by Wheresmefloatgon on May 9, 2003 19:04:18 GMT
Eric, I know exactly where you were - I have spent many a pleasant early evening watching the salmon men worming by Atcham bridge - my pub was pretty close to Atcham and I had a friend with a cottage which backed onto the river. Lovely spot by the church, and one of the most famous salmon swims on the Severn.
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Post by EJAYAR on May 11, 2003 17:56:33 GMT
Always remember that Salmon ;D even remember doing a story about it at school, and a picture (looked nothing like the real thing I'm afraid
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Post by Gary on May 26, 2003 20:06:05 GMT
Some of our members must be that old they can't remember. ;D
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Post by garyhan on May 28, 2003 0:39:45 GMT
I can't remember my first fishing trip but I remember my second as I am constantly reminded of it! I must have only been about 3 and it was a a cold winters morning so I was wrapped up in many layers of clothing. I was sat next to my Dad when he had to go and answer the call of nature.
Whilst his back was turned, I took the opportunity to sit on his box, one of the old plastic Shakespeare (Riva?) boxes. Unfortunately, my feet couldn't touch the floor so I felt compelled to make the box rock backwards and forwards to try and reach.
Eventually, I gathered sufficient momentum but instead of just touching the floor the box tipped over and catapulted me straight into the lake. I would like to say that that was the end of the story but I bobbed around in the margins for a while until my Dad realised what had happened.
Divided between saving me or the few bits of tackle that were floating away on the lake, I was chosen (only just though my Dad now tells me!) I was dragged from the water and began sobbing quietly. Dad assumed that it was because I was cold - no! It was because I'd had a Mars bar in my pocket that was now floating tantalisingly away across the lake. If my Dad hadn't stopped me I'd have gone in after it he says!
Ah well, happy days!
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Post by Paulscatt on Jun 27, 2003 18:24:08 GMT
I'll have all me windows replaced & the gutters /soffits...........
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Post by polemaster on Jul 19, 2003 19:27:09 GMT
Must have been about 7, went a walk with my cousin down our local river Blythe and found somebodys old porcupine quill float still attached to some line even had shots and a hook on, must have spent hours untangling it at home, pinched one of my moms 6ft garden canes and tied it to the top and i had my first whip, spent all the school holidays on the Blythe on the bomb hole peg catching, minnows bullheads ruffe and even stone loach remember them. Made lots of mates still see them now, we even caught what we thought was a rainbow trout we all thought it was at least 3lb when my mates dad came to collect us our world was shattered it was a 8oz roach. All on a quarter of maggots that lasted for ever, so will the memories happy days. By the way ejayar did you have trouble drawing it because it was drawn on slate.
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Post by EJAYAR on Jul 28, 2003 14:32:04 GMT
No we had coloured Chalks even back then But It was done in Wax crayon in my half size burgundy coloured exercise book (there y'ar Gary some of us can remember back then, just last week I have trouble with, now what was I saying?)
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Post by TC on Aug 7, 2003 5:21:46 GMT
My earliest fishing memory is when I was attached to this huge thing for what seemed like months, I was in the water bent over double, it seemed like me who was trying to escape. Luckily I was using a strong line, almost like cord it was. All of a sudden there was a tremendous crack, the canals water level dropped, and we parted company. And I was born! ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Wheresmefloatgon on Aug 7, 2003 19:53:50 GMT
;)Nice One!
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Post by MARTYNH on Aug 14, 2003 18:53:58 GMT
HOW SAD TC ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by TC on Aug 27, 2003 17:12:54 GMT
I remember my first trip without my dad. I went with some mates to a local quarry pool, and on our 'twentieth move' my wellies got stuck in deep soft mud and sank deeper the more I moved. Three of my mates,( the others were too busy laughing,) pulled me out with a large fallen branch. Unfortunately the deep mud claimed both of my new wellies and I had to ride it home barefoot. I told everyone back at home that someone must of nicked my wellies overnight from the porch.
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