I've been fishing since I was 5 years old. My first brush with nature and with freshwater fishes was during my first fishing trip with my dad. During that first time, as a kid, I hated waking up real early in the morning and then travelling down the interstate to the nearest fishing spot.
Unlike other kids who lived in the suburbs, my dad wanted me to experience everything nature had to offer. That was also the only weekend that I'd miss watching Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. We'd set up camp early, and get our bait ready and then we'd throw our hooks the farthest. While waiting for a catch, Dad and I would talk about life. About girls, about mom and sometimes, he explained divorce to a kid. Those were the best times I had with my father.
As I grew up, I never forgot the skills I learned from my father. The proper way of handling the lure and even to throw the fish back in the water after getting your picture taken. I learned to respect mother nature and to love the sea.
I recently went back to fishing as a past time. This time with my nephews (and pretty soon with my own kids). This time, I checked the internet, read various blogs as well as articles of respected essay papers
regarding the topic. These things have helped me become a better fisherman.
And I owe it all to my Dad. The best dad in the whole, wide world.