03-23-2013, 06:53 AM
Join Date: Jan 2012
Location: Cedar Park, TEXAS
Re: Gotta love my 82 year old father!
My Dad did everything he could w/me icluding teaching me how to fish. I lost him in 2007 & have thought about him everyday since, we always fished from a bank or a pier, as we never had a boat. He said something to me that will be etched in my memory forever........
I also lost my Mom in 2011......
This post has brought tears of sadness & tears of joy & like many have mentioned you are Definately Blessed, so fish with your Dad as often as you can, let Nothing prevent that from happening & you won't have any regretts....
I'm a single Dad with 3 sons so I fish with them whenever I can.
I wrote a true story after my Dad past that will explain what he said to me that I will never forget. So I'd like to share it with you, I believe you'll appreciate it...
True story, I wrote Jan 2010.
This is about SKILL, KNOWLEDGE, LUCK and being UNLUCKY. And LIFE'S Little Lessons.
I'm originally from Maine where I did alot of saltwater fishing of course, growing up on that beautiful coastline.
I got to Texas when I was 10 and grew up in Houston.
My Dad & I continued to fish the coast mainly with occasional visits to Rayburn, Livingston and Conroe.
We fished from the bank or pier as we never owned a boat, on the coast fishing from a bank or a pier teaches you alot about fishing without producing alot of fish.
Well in 2007 just before my Dad passed away he said something profound.
"Why did I do things in life the way I did. Stressing, worrying about $$, people and life in general. Not doing the things I always wanted to do. Like buying a boat for fishing, shooting a deer. I never got to do the things I really wanted to do, I wasted so much time."
Being a single Dad with 3 sons, I told them what their Grandpa had said and that I felt he had told me this for a reason.
Up to this point in my life I gained alot of fishing knowledge without becoming what would be considered a great freshwater fisherman.
Well with my Dad's words ringing in my ears, I decided even though I was struggling for cash that I would purchase a kayak, which a couple of weeks later turned into 3 kayaks (I still have 2 sons 17 & 13 living with me, 3rd son is in college).
So armed with my knowledge and my new kayaks. I now had an advantage that I'd never had before.
I was on the water with the fish, able to move to the locations that I had known for so long held fish and use tactics that I learned from so many days on the bank and pier.
I had never caught any LMB to write home about.
My 17 year old son and I were in our kayaks here in Central Texas.
Wouldn't you know it but I broke my rod tip while launching.
My son asked if I wanted to leave and I said "H%ll No, we just launched and we're here and we're gonna fish."
It was a beautiful day, however there were lots of powerboats and fisherman on the Lake.
We'd been fishing awhile, my son already caught a few dinks and he kept telling me he "was whuppin me" he felt bad I broke my rod and I wasn't catching any" he knows I live for my sons & fishing.
Meanwhile, I'm watching these guys about 100 yards away in their Bassboats burning up to this rock cliff casting to it hot and heavy. Several boats did this for about 30-45 minutes not catching anything and burning off to another location.
I told my son "that spots fishy let's paddle over there" we get over there and he hooks 2 6 lb'rs right away and me still nothing.
So I cast under this cliff and I get a hit, doesn't seem to be anything major just a hit, this fish begins to go around my kayak and my son starts screeming "Oh my God, that things HUGE." I still haven't seen this fish but my son has and doesn't stop yelling.
Here I am broken tip, not having caught any all day when I get a glimpse of what appears to be a very large fish and at this point he starts to fight and pull my kayak and me in it.
M sons yelling this whole time "dont lose him, he's HUGE bring him in."
However, with all my knowledge and skill and luck there's a couple of things you should know.
I have no knowledge of the ShareLunker Program, nor do I have a camera. Mine had fallen into the water 2 weeks earlier at Lighthouse Lakes in Port A.
What did I catch, a LMB 25.5" and between 13-15lbs.
I was dumbfounded, my son was in Awe.
That wonderful experience we all live for catching a dream once in a lifetime bass, me and my son that day on the water could not believe this beautiful creature was in my lap on my kayak.
I have no picture, I have no proof, other than the experience my son and I shared that day on the water because of what My Dad had said GOD REST HIS SOUL.
And as strange as it may seem, I felt like my Dad was there with us that day too.
I sure miss you Dad.
That beautiful fish was released, hopefully I'll catch him again when I have my camera.