FISH! Tales: Georgia
I have many great memories and fishing tales of my father and I going fishing since I was 3 years old.
Posted: June 8, 2011 | Read More
The year was 1967, I was five years-old, and my father loved to fish. My uncle had a farm, with a pond, and still does to this day.
Posted: June 15, 2011 | Read More
I just remember fishing Lake Blackshear as a child in heat that could melt rebar.
Posted: May 10, 2012 | Read More
My granny loved fishing and we always went down to the river and fished off the bank. We could not persuade granny to get into a boat for any catch.
Posted: June 12, 2012 | Read More
My first memory of fishing was with my Uncle Cliff on a farm pond in Rabun county.
Posted: June 12, 2012 | Read More
I was introduced to fishing when I was five-years old by my father in 1965. We would dig for worms and go Cat fishing. My father taught me all he knew. As I got older I spent more time fishing and one day I walked into a house and looked at a 12 lb. Large-mouth Bass mounted on the wall. I wanted to catch one so bad that I started Bass fishing.
Posted: June 12, 2012 | Read More
When I was ten years old I rode my mini bike down the trail to a little cove on Lake Hartwell. I had cast my hook, baited with a fresh dug worm into the water. After a while of not getting any bites, I was tired of fishing and proceeded to crank my bike.
Posted: June 14, 2012 | Read More
I was born and raised in Michigan. My grandfather planted the fishing bug in me at a very young age. By the time of his sudden death when I was 12, fishing had become a part of my life. When I left for college in ’78, my fishing poles and tackle box went with me. I met my wife, who is from Georgia, my senior year in college and we moved to Georgia when I graduated in ‘83. After working for a year or so, a 5-year stint in the Air Force and 4 years in south Florida; we moved back to Georgia for good.
Posted: June 14, 2012 | Read More
My Dad, now deceased, made his row boat from a kit in the late 1950's, mainly to get back and forth to work when Lake Lanier was filled. He loved fishing and with seven kids it helped with many meals.
Posted: June 14, 2012 | Read More
As a young child, I remember trips that my grandfather would take to foreign countries for hunting birds and fishing. I couldn’t wait for him to get home, not for the presents he would bring but for the stories he would tell of his adventures. I always left his house asking myself, “I wonder when I will get to take a trip like that?”
Posted: June 15, 2012 | Read More
