to the wonderful world of fishing?

My first time was with my nana and my dad. Using a handline off a bridge.

Then my dad took me to opening day of trout fishing when I was 5.

It's been a long, fantastic road!

I'd have to say....myself!  I was interested around 7 or 8 years old, my 2 brothers less so.  My Dad used to say hunting and fishing was a waste of time, partially because he never had a lot of success with it when he was younger.  He took us fishing sometimes after I begged and I never figured out his resistance to the sport because he wasn't bad at it.  Even it latter years he never wanted to go out and fish even though I was having pretty good success and had nice bassboats.  I guess it just wasn't his bag baby.  

My DAD!! He would take the whole family (6 kids and MA too) to a lake "up north". What a bunch of fond memories we all have to this day.

When back at home... my older brothers would take me to the local fishing holes just to make sure that I still had the "bug".

I thank God that they took the time. Catch fish or not we all learned and had a blast fishin' TOGETHER!!! ;D

my dad used to take me and my brother fishing from bream at a pond with canpoles and the rest is history

Me and a friend kind of hopped on the fishing wagon once we were just goofing off at a local pond and realized how much fun it was. Now we are serious about and spend all are money on it and have tournys coming up next year.

my grandparents

my dad. he took me to quarrys filled with blue gill i would go catch dozens of little bluegill. i was happy with a baby blue gill on my snoopy pole and my snoopy tackle box  

my bro was into carp fishing, but it was bassholebuster14 that got me into bucketmouths.  

My father got me interested in fishing using live bait.

When I was just a little rugrat I used to watch my neighbor clean his catch. It was fascinating.

Then, when I was 7 or 8 that neighbor had a garage sale and I bought my first ever zebco 202. I used to practice casting into a bucket in the front yard. I was hooked on fishing before I ever caught my first fish. We had 3 small ponds that I could ride my bike to and fish. I kept and cleaned every legal fish that I caught, mostly catfish. The best part was the fish dinners. Mom and Dad always made a big deal about those.

Dad never liked to fish, but he'd drop me and a friend off at the river on his way to work on Saturday mornings, then he'd pick us up at lunchtime. It was always great showing off our catch to Dad.  

While I didn't have parents who fished, I had parents who always encouraged me and supported me, and that's helped me love fishing even more.

My dad started me fishing at little ponds.  Then we took my grandpa out and then he got me into real fishing.  Like softplastics and all the good stuff like baitcasters.  

My Dad. He only took me once when I was like 5 and that was all it took.

I cant say that anyone got me into fishing except ESPN outdoors and other similar shows like that. Wtaching those guys made fishing look like a blast. Although i def. dont have the consistensy that the pros on tv got, fishing is just as fun to me as it is to those guys!

My dad started me but if my dad could couldn't take me my grandfather was always there to take up the slack so to speak.

i used to fish when i was little with my dad and grandfather.  But my friend got me into fishing seriously

MY DAD TOOK ME TO THE DETROIT RIVER WHEN I WAS FIVE AND FIFTY-TWO YEARS LATER I'M STILL NUTS ABOUT IT.

I'd say my dad

I have pics of me fishing at three for pan fish of the dock.

Then around 5 or 6 I started to fish out of a boat for pike with my dad and mom and fished for them for 17 years.

took ten years off and know fish for bass the past two years.

My dad bought us a house on the river and it all took off from there. He would give me money for tackle and such and even bought us a canoe for float trips. He let me rip and tear up and down that river all I wanted. Years later he bought us a jon boat and we started going together in it alot. Now we have 2 jon boats and an 18' Ranger to fish out of. He enjoys hunting more I think but he has always been pleased that I was really into fishing. He's my hero!

My dad, but probably more credit would go to my grandfather.  He'd take me out to his honey holes on his farm.  It was always a great time.  We're expecting our first child (a boy) September 26th.  I can't wait to introduce him to fishing.

Lets see hmmm, oh yes!:

I got into fishing several years ago when we went to Indiana to visit relatives, and while we were there my Uncle took me fishing for Blue Gill, and we caught tons of them enough for a meal of ten.

And just a few months ago decided to get serious with it.

I have had fishing in my blood since I was little because my dad and I always use to go blue, striper, tautog, and flounder fishing in the ocean when I lived in Rhode Island, but when I moved down here, I went fishing with my still to this day best freind and his dad (who was at one time pro), and they took me out at night to throw buzzbaits.  From the second the bass blew up on my buzzbait, I was a bass fisherman.  Couldn't get enough of it.

My dad took me fishing when I was little. Now I love it and I still keep fishing

When I was just a little rugrat I used to watch my neighbor clean his catch. It was fascinating.

Then, when I was 7 or 8 that neighbor had a garage sale and I bought my first ever zebco 202. I used to practice casting into a bucket in the front yard. I was hooked on fishing before I ever caught my first fish. We had 3 small ponds that I could ride my bike to and fish. I kept and cleaned every legal fish that I caught, mostly catfish. The best part was the fish dinners. Mom and Dad always made a big deal about those.

Dad never liked to fish, but he'd drop me and a friend off at the river on his way to work on Saturday mornings, then he'd pick us up at lunchtime. It was always great showing off our catch to Dad.

While I didn't have parents who fished, I had parents who always encouraged me and supported me, and that's helped me love fishing even more.

What a great story. You are a lucky man. Encouraging, supporting parents are far too rare. Thanks for the story.

I didn't really start fishing seriously until I was in my 20's when I discovered it was not just watching a bobber or tight-lining for catfish. It started out as an excuse to spend time with my brother-it didn't take long till we were both hooked. I guess the truth is my brother was the one who started me bass fishing.

my dad started me out perch fishing when i was real young. we only used worms on the bottom. we have come a long way since then (and spent a LOT more money  ;D).

Mainly circumstance. Then my grandfather and then my brothers. Maybe my brothers had the biggest influence on me because I was the youngest in the family and I always wanted to do what my big brothers where doing. My dad has never one time taken me fishing. I however, have taken him fishing numerous times. He just never got into it I guess or maybe he thought he had more important things to do??? Kinda sad.

I used to live in Miami when I was 2-7 years old. I remember going with my brothers to fish in the canal behind our house. Back then it was crystal clear and had life teaming in it. I was hooked on fishing just by looking into the water. I went back to that house last year and that canal was muddy and dirty and had no signs of life or even hydrilla. What a sad thing to see.