Best fishing memories

[H.Maier]

Besides catching trout over 29", still looking for a 30, my regret is not keeping a complete albino flounder I caught on long reef in chocolate back in the mid- eighties. First fish caught that day and didn't realize what I had done as I quickly boxed it, not noticing, and covered it up with other fish I caught. Upon stopping at the hall's bayou camp for a beer and show the box, I dug it out and everyone there was astonished as was I. A small patch of brown around the mouth, otherwise white both sides. I've never caught another or seen one. I'm glad I stopped to drink that cold beverage or I wouldn't have believed it myself.

[lurefisher]

Sweet !


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[H.Maier]

Very sweet!

[imhammer]

Mine was fishing with my dad out of a canoe when I was about 14. I had already caught a limit of Bass and my dad had caught a couple. He was standing up in the canoe casting and lost his balance. He went over the side head first in 6 inches of water and landed face down in the mud.

Another time he and I were in my old flatbottom and I had a big bass on that was wrapped around a stump. I had the trolling motor going full speedand He ran up to the front with the net to help me and we hit a stump. We voth went off the front and I kept reeling. Fistayed on and I waded over to get him. That was the first fish I caught wading. 6lb bass.

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[grown in Tx]

My grandfather took my mom and myself out on town lake in Austin back in 70's when I was about 6. We stopped and got some mill worms to fish with. Just when I started getting restless and bored he put us on a huge brim bed. He didn't take an ice chest to put the fish in, we filled up 2 big green army duffel bags in just a couple hours. I remember grandpa stopped baiting his hook and was still catching them. If I remember right we took home 100+ brim that day.

[scanoefisher]

I was about 12 years old. My dad and I were fishing in a backwoods lake in southwest Louisiana. I cast a soft plastic over a log into heavy cypress knees and he says "you're only going to get hung up doing that"....I pulled a 4 lb bass out of that cast. Most of my favorite fishing memories are with my father and grandfather.

[H.Maier]

Nice, gents! Fishing with Dad and Grandpa is where it begins. Fishing is certainly generational. We should keep it that way!

[planohog]

There is a ghost on the wharf-cat ( Port Aransas ) , likes to fish right up next to the anchor so no matter what side they drift on , he can get out past the crowd.

[TroutSupport]

One april a long long time ago... I almost caught a limit of all three species in a spot, and the great thing was that I barely waded 20 feet. Trout, reds, and flounder all stacked. Was amazing.

[Flounderpounder420]

My favorite memory of fishing with my dad is when we went to rollover pass to do some night wading thru the morning. It was my dad my uncle and brother fishing that night. My dad worked seven days a week, twelve hour days so sometimes he was real tired to fish when we got there and he will take a nap in the truck and will we will get out and start fishing. We fishing the whole incoming tide and a part of the outgoing tide(didn't catch a thing worth keeping) when we decided to go out take a break. My old man was just finishing up rigging his gear as we where exiting the water. We where parked on the bay side on the highisland side by the old bait shop at rollover. He just waded a few feet to the end of the steel wall where the water current makes a big hole and cast into it. We made a comment to him that we didn't catch anything all night and he sure wasn't going to catch anything there and chuckled a little. Well it wasn't even five minutes before he was hollering for a net. We looked over and saw his surf rod doubled over with a 46" bull red. We could believe it and chalked it up to luck until he cast into the same spot and gets a strike as soon as it hit the water. This time it was a 40" red and that gets us to start setting up to go back into the water to potlick a red maybe two when he gets the last and final hit and pulled in a 39" red. Then it stopped and we couldn't get a look or a bite after that last fish. And guess who was talking mess the whole way home and it was a long ride let me tell you. I would trade anything for another day on the water with the old man.