Where it all started!
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Growing up in VT my folks rented a cottage on Lake Morey for a couple weeks each summer. Every evening my Dad and I would go out in a canoe and throw top water plugs for the bass that had moved up into the rocky shallows, feeding on the crayfish that they were stuffed with. I fished the same black jitterbug every time. I believe I still have it somewhere. Fond memories that started an addiction that became a way of life and the way I made a living and raised a family.
Capt Insano Emeritis
Legend
When your mother is 98 like mine and still living in her home. All those photos are tucked away in her cedar chest and closets. So ain’t got any photos like this…
Pink Nighty
Legend
I hope you remain photoless!
Good for her!!!
MT_Flyfisher
Life of the Party
Daniel -
Thank you for sharing that story. You will surely cherish those reels and those memories as the years pass by.
My great grandparents on my father's side emigrated to the US from Switzerland in the late 1800’s, ultimately settling close to the banks of the Allegheny River in NW Penna. That’s where my grandparents, parents, and ultimately my siblings and I, were born.
I never met my great grandfather who died a few years before I was born, but as I was growing up my grandfather, my uncles and my parents often took me fishing as far back as I can remember. When I was not fishing with one of my relatives, I often rode my bike to the river or one of the smaller trout streams nearby and spent much of the day fishing.
About 40 years ago after one of my great uncles died, I inherited this carving of a fisherman that my father said had been carved by my great grandfather sometime shortly after he came to the US. It’s over 100 years old, and shows just how deeply that fishing runs in my family. It’s my most prized possession.
Thank you for sharing that story. You will surely cherish those reels and those memories as the years pass by.
My great grandparents on my father's side emigrated to the US from Switzerland in the late 1800’s, ultimately settling close to the banks of the Allegheny River in NW Penna. That’s where my grandparents, parents, and ultimately my siblings and I, were born.
I never met my great grandfather who died a few years before I was born, but as I was growing up my grandfather, my uncles and my parents often took me fishing as far back as I can remember. When I was not fishing with one of my relatives, I often rode my bike to the river or one of the smaller trout streams nearby and spent much of the day fishing.
About 40 years ago after one of my great uncles died, I inherited this carving of a fisherman that my father said had been carved by my great grandfather sometime shortly after he came to the US. It’s over 100 years old, and shows just how deeply that fishing runs in my family. It’s my most prized possession.
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