FISH! Tales: New York
38 Years 1973-2011
Just the other day, my father and I fished the Waterways at Moriches in New York like we did when I was a kid.
Posted: June 7, 2011 | Read More
I am nine years-old.
Posted: June 8, 2011 | Read More
I grew up with a "Musky Fanatic Father" and trolling endlessly on New York Lakes was the norm for the "fish of a 1,000 casts" or is that 1,000 hours or is it $1,000 worth of gear?
Posted: June 8, 2011 | Read More
My dad would always let me drive the boat (after about age 8).
Posted: June 8, 2011 | Read More
I was around 8 years-old when my dad started taking me out fishing on Saturdays. We'd get up around 4:00 AM, put on the coffee percolator — too bad they're out-of-style now-a-days — and get ready. I loved that smell.
Posted: June 10, 2011 | Read More
As a young boy, my father was never the sportsman. He was a World War II veteran and vowed never to kill anything again when he came home.
Posted: June 10, 2011 | Read More
