First Trout

[FishinCricket]

I love fishing stories.. You guys are great!!!!

[brownieman]

You don't have any. She left, remember ? darn you are gettin' bad.

LMAO...I was waitin for that one.

Your the only friend I have that can relate on certain issues, ex-wives, tornado's, halls, etc.

It helps when you got a buddy than can relate EXACTLY on some things, huh.

Just so you'll sleep tonight I found 1 old towel...I did get somthing after all, lol.

later on

[Buzz]

Ok, I've got a story for ya. No pics though.

When I was about 6 or 7 my dad bought his first big boat. It was a Glassmaster with the walk though windshield. One day soon after, he took me and my younger brother to Stockton Lake to try it out. We got out on the lake and he rigged us both up with rods and lures, I think the one I had on was a Lazy Ike, and started trolling around a big cove. I don't remember how long it took, but I hooked into something and yelled at dad. He slowed the boat down and instructed me what to do. After cranking and cranking that fighting fish I finally got it to the boat. It was a 35" Northern Pike. I was absolutely thrilled, until he said that we had to throw it back because it wasn't big enough. darn. I also remember another boat going by and giving the thumb's up sign or what ever it was back in 1969. Soon after we started trolling again my brother caught his Northern. I remember him laying on his back trying to reel that fish in. Still funny when I think of it. It was short too unfortunately. No pic's and we didn't get to take the fish home to Mom, but it was a great memory that I won't soon forget.

Where's that Ginko. I never can remember where I put that stuff.

[zsmith62]

Well, I certainly do not remember my first fish, however I do remember my first trout. You see, my dad had never gotten into the whole fly fishing thing, or even trout for that matter.

Anyways, once I was in middle school, I started making some friends that fished as much as I did. We got together to go fishing with each other a couple times. One time, we were wading the James river down by rivercut and my buddy Josh had brought along his newest "toy"- his fly rod. My buddy Denny and I both took our turns trying it out on the little sunfish in the river. By the end of the day, we had both decided to make the jump into trying fly fishing ourselves. We saved and bought our first fly rods.

Needless to say, my Dad was curious about my new interest, he had never flyfished, his dad did, but that was a long time ago. My buddies and I got our new rods and decided we wanted to try and test them on some trout, and the closest place to do that being at Taneycomo. Josh's mom dropped us off at the dam, and we started fishing.

This was my first time trout fishing, and had just blew all of my money on a new rod and did not think about the cold water I would be wading in to catch trout. I went into Taney bare legged, and soon found out why waders were important to wade fishing for trout, my legs were shaking and had gotten so cold I couldn't feel them. The lack of feeling in my legs was quickly replaced by frustration we all felt towards not catching anything. At the time we were fishing downstream of the boat launch. I started to make my way up towards the boat launch to try another spot when I ran across a guy who was catching plenty of them near where that big tree is in the water. He stopped to talk to me and asked how I had done that day, and I told him that it was my first time trout fishing, and had had a rough day. He then pulled out his fly box and got out the fly he had caught many on in that hole. He handed me a primrose pearl midge, showed me how to use it and left. Soon after, I caught my first trout, just a small rainbow, but I was hooked.

I was only 13 at the time, but that was the beggining of an obsession that has lasted years, I'm 19 now, and it doesn't look like my interest is fading. I never caught that guys name, but I owe a good deal of my interest to the help he gave me that afternoon. Thanks.