Childhood Hero is my grandfather. I went with him to run trotlines when I was about 6 year old until I was about 10. Big catfish all the time in the river just below the dam in Austin Texas. This was back in the mid 50ths. He took the time to talk to me as that I was a friend not just a kid. Helping him pull in a giant cat fish, being 6 year old a 3lb cat was to me a giant fish, are memories I’ll never forget. This is what I want to pass on to my grandkids.
Before my grandparents moved to Uncertain, Tx. (Caddo Lake), my grandfather would take me fishing in ponds and on the Sabine River. After he moved to Caddo, we fished and hunted. He taught me to do both and took the time to talk about growing up on Caddo Lake. He was certainly my hero and gave me my first boat and motor, my first rod and reel, and taught me maintain both and my outboard. He took me hunting and taught me how to find my way through the woods and track wildlife. Now with ten grandkids, my greatest joy has been teaching them to fish in my pond. The excitement in their faces on their first fish is the greatest feeling in the world. I hope they will remember me as fondly as I remember my Gran Gran.
By all means, take a kid fishing, for the greatest feeling in the world.
I know what your saying about the grandkids. Watching thier face light up when that bodder goes under it all I need. And to hear them say
"PAWPAW I GOT ONE" make my whole day. Good luck with the kids hope they catch them all.
Rick, you're right, we don't have to climb a mountain and talk to the Della Lamma to know the secret to life. We found it in the faces of our kids and grandkids. And the big and little gills are the instrument to that goal.