My father was a big outdoorsman but only a very casual hunter and fishermen, he loved to canoe, kayak, and sail so we were always around the water. I'm sure he bought me my first rod and reel, but me and a childhood buddy took it upon ourselves to become better fishermen. I don't remember his father being a fisherman so I'm really not sure how he got started. He lived close to a good bass pond that we had permission to fish. As youngsters I would often spend the night with him and we would get up at the crack of dawn, walk about 1/2 mile to the pond and jump in a small leaky johnboat to fish the 3 acre pond. We would fish until it got too hot, and would either retire to the air conditioning, or get a game of stickball going until it cooled off for the evening bite. I would guess this ritual went from about the time we were 9 or 10 years old, and continued until our high school years. Some of my fondest memories of childhood come from summer mornings fishing that pond.