FISH! Tales: Northeast
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
The first time my Dad and I went fishing, I was about 6 or 7 years-old.
Posted: June 7, 2011 | Read More
I am nine years-old.
Posted: June 8, 2011 | Read More
My Dad and I, with the help of the rest of our immediate family, built a cabin on Moosehead Lake in Maine while I was still in High School.
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
Growing up, I was fortunate to spend my summers in northeast Pennsylvania, in close proximity to a string of bass ponds and lakes.
Posted: June 9, 2011 | Read More
I was seven years of age when my dad was killed in an auto accident. Luckily, I had grandparents who stepped in to try to make life bearable for a youngster with no father.
Posted: June 9, 2011 | Read More
My best memories as a child was fishing with my grandpa.
Posted: June 9, 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
