Kids Fishing with their Dads

[PLAN 9]

John,
You know I have heard that story from since I met you and it comes from the heart. Can't wait til Dante is old enough to hold a rod. How's the leg?

Capt Jim
PLAN 9 Fishing Charters

[Capt_John]

John,
You know I have heard that story from since I met you and it comes from the heart. Can't wait til Dante is old enough to hold a rod. How's the leg?

Capt Jim
PLAN 9 Fishing Charters

Still Hurtin Jim....but healing a little more each day. Your day's coming soon though. Dante will be fishing with you before you know it.

[Double XL]

1st trip to the stream with my daughter, neice and nephew. They all caught some Mahi. Got to love the

[John Rogers]

I just introduced my daughter Micaela to fishing last year and she has shown a lot of interest. Micaela caught her first fish on easter sunday of 2006, A day I will never forget. Then in the summer, we took several trips to the beach and some to chincoteague. In Chincoteague we did some bay fishing, surf fishing and also some clamming and she loved it. So a couple a weeks ago I just bought a new 17' Maycraft so i could take her out bay fishing and go clamming as well. I can't wait to she gets older to take her offshore. I am looking forward to this year as I will be able to fish with my daughter. I remember when I was younger I always wanted my dad to go fishing but he was always to busy. My grandfather was the one to get me involved in fishing at 4 years old. When my mom got remarried to my step dad he took me fishing a lot and he was just like my father in my eyes. We fish a couple times a year together still but I wish it was more. To me you can never spend to much time on the water with a child, father or any family member for that matter.

Easter sunday of 2006



Chincoteague Clamming 2006


Chincoteague surf fishing 2006

[Capt_John]

The boy doesn't look too happy there. He mad because she caught all the fish?

[John Rogers]

The boy doesn't look too happy there. He mad because she caught all the fish?

Thats my sisters boy, not sure why he doesn't look happy, not a good picture taker I guess

[SteveK]

What makes fishing with the kids special? What make fishing with your dad special? Do you guys get to fish together enough?

Well, I couldn't let this go by without sharing the full circle of life. I started fishing with my Dad and brothers more than 40 years ago now. Many a great day was spent on Narragansett Bay fishing the coves, flats, and deep holes together. About six years ago, the very last full conversation I had with my Dad was about a great fall day fishing together for tautog (blackfish) in a deep hole that we triangulated with shore marks. He died the next day, giving into the cancer raging through his body. So that last morning together was reminicing of that cold day in late October, bailing fish after fish while sitting on the engine box to stay warm. The memory that made him smile the last time was when I reminded him that he warmed up my frozen little hands under his arms, inside his coat. We returned three times to that hole so many years ago in the fall to bail more fish, our secret hole.

Fast forward now seven years, and I am now tautog fishing with my little guy. In less then five minutes, he understood the concept of bouncing lead on the bottom to attract the fish and being sure that he's on the bottom. After being high hook for the day and setting the hook and landing his own fish, he told me that evening that it was the best day of his (seven) year old life while hugging me around the neck.

As we cruised back to port passing the old honeyhole, I couldn't help but feel that life had come full circle and that his grandfather was looking down on us and smiling.

Life is great............. especially when you're fishing with your kids!

[Squidnation]

Well, I couldn't let this go by without sharing the full circle of life. I started fishing with my Dad and brothers more than 40 years ago now. Many a great day was spent on Narragansett Bay fishing the coves, flats, and deep holes together. About six years ago, the very last full conversation I had with my Dad was about a great fall day fishing together for tautog (blackfish) in a deep hole that we triangulated with shore marks. He died the next day, giving into the cancer raging through his body. So that last morning together was reminicing of that cold day in late October, bailing fish after fish while sitting on the engine box to stay warm. The memory that made him smile the last time was when I reminded him that he warmed up my frozen little hands under his arms, inside his coat. We returned three times to that hole so many years ago in the fall to bail more fish, our secret hole.

Fast forward now seven years, and I am now tautog fishing with my little guy. In less then five minutes, he understood the concept of bouncing lead on the bottom to attract the fish and being sure that he's on the bottom. After being high hook for the day and setting the hook and landing his own fish, he told me that evening that it was the best day of his (seven) year old life while hugging me around the neck.

As we cruised back to port passing the old honeyhole, I couldn't help but feel that life had come full circle and that his grandfather was looking down on us and smiling.

Life is great............. especially when you're fishing with your kids!

wow....... that is what it is all about. thanks

made my night

Bill

[wrap-check]

That's me at age 6 in 1978 with my Dad and Grandfather.
Now my little guys are obsessed as well.
Started with scup last year - now they think they should get a tuna (they're 5 and 3).

[Parapapam]

Well, I couldn't let this go by without sharing the full circle of life. I started fishing with my Dad and brothers more than 40 years ago now. Many a great day was spent on Narragansett Bay fishing the coves, flats, and deep holes together. About six years ago, the very last full conversation I had with my Dad was about a great fall day fishing together for tautog (blackfish) in a deep hole that we triangulated with shore marks. He died the next day, giving into the cancer raging through his body. So that last morning together was reminicing of that cold day in late October, bailing fish after fish while sitting on the engine box to stay warm. The memory that made him smile the last time was when I reminded him that he warmed up my frozen little hands under his arms, inside his coat. We returned three times to that hole so many years ago in the fall to bail more fish, our secret hole.

Fast forward now seven years, and I am now tautog fishing with my little guy. In less then five minutes, he understood the concept of bouncing lead on the bottom to attract the fish and being sure that he's on the bottom. After being high hook for the day and setting the hook and landing his own fish, he told me that evening that it was the best day of his (seven) year old life while hugging me around the neck.

As we cruised back to port passing the old honeyhole, I couldn't help but feel that life had come full circle and that his grandfather was looking down on us and smiling.

Life is great............. especially when you're fishing with your kids!

Amen brother, Amen.

Mike