Looking back, I wish I could remember my first fishing trip. It seems the activity has always been there in some form. Whether it was catching minnows in the creek in front of the house, throwing around cattails in my grandfather's pond, or in a jon boat on a river with my high school buddies - fishing has always ebbed and flowed in my life. The first big fish, a largemouth, was caught in the pond I mentioned. That would have been during elementary school. It's in the pictures below mounted with the offending lure I caught it with, hanging from it's mouth.
In the mid-90's, my father and I bought a couple of kayaks. Since I couldn't afford a bass boat, I found this as a great avenue to get off the banks and on the water. A tragic event stymied my interest in yak fishing for a while, then a good friend re-opened that door last year. So now, a lot of the trips captured will show the emphasis on our adventures with paddling!
In the mid-90's, my father and I bought a couple of kayaks. Since I couldn't afford a bass boat, I found this as a great avenue to get off the banks and on the water. A tragic event stymied my interest in yak fishing for a while, then a good friend re-opened that door last year. So now, a lot of the trips captured will show the emphasis on our adventures with paddling!