Fishermen /Women fancy Catching A Big One !!

Where I fish, we have special hooks no barbels , and need landing mats , and can only use special bait
plus wear gloves …….they are treated like royalty …😂
 

Fisher folk tend to progress thru several stages --

1 Catch any fish
2 Catch lots of fish
3 Catch big fish
4 Catch difficult/special fish
5 Enjoy just fishing/Joy of others fishing
I agree, got to 5 years ago, now I consider any fish caught in the boat as mine and am often happier to see others doing the catching. Particularly a younger person who has not fished much.

You left out the part about how the fish grow with time, if only they were as big as I remember, or often claim...
 
I agree, got to 5 years ago, now I consider any fish caught in the boat as mine and am often happier to see others doing the catching. Particularly a younger person who has not fished much.

You left out the part about how the fish grow with time, if only they were as big as I remember, or often claim...
I don't remember many of the fish I actually caught, too many over the course of 65 years. The ones I vividly remember are the ones that got away. A monster pike on a cane pole when I was 5 or 6 years old, a large rainbow that rose up to take a dry fly and looked me square in the eye, just like Moby Dick, a steelhead that rushed at me upstream and swam between my legs, etc, etc

I do remember lots of outings fishing with my dad, wife, son, and various fishing buddies. My earliest vivid memories as a child were fishing related. Wish my memory was better and that I remembered more than I do.
 
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I'm an avid fisherwoman, but not fished for a while
my one ambition , is to go to Canada, and catch me a big 70lb Muskie !!

Replace musky with Salmon, I'm in.

My Alaskan bud manages to send me pics of his latest catches.
He's in SE Alaska where the Kings get pretty hefty
I've landed a few fall Chinook in the 50lb range down here on the coastal streams
That's a lota fish on the other end of the line
But
Pound for pound, it's steelhead for me
Get a 20 ponder to tail walk, that's something one doesn't soon forget
 
Replace musky with Salmon, I'm in.

My Alaskan bud manages to send me pics of his latest catches.
He's in SE Alaska where the Kings get pretty hefty
I've landed a few fall Chinook in the 50lb range down here on the coastal streams
That's a lota fish on the other end of the line
But
Pound for pound, it's steelhead for me
Get a 20 ponder to tail walk, that's something one doesn't soon forget
I landed a perch of 5 half pounds
Which is pretty big for a perch I’m told
I thought I had a shark on my hook
Wow did it run me a dance Gary

BUT also it was put in the local fishing magazine so I was famous for a few weeks
LOL
 
I landed a perch of 5 half pounds
Which is pretty big for a perch I’m told
I thought I had a shark on my hook
Wow did it run me a dance Gary

BUT also it was put in the local fishing magazine so I was famous for a few weeks
LOL
Glad to read it. Some years back, a disease nearly wiped out the Perch population. Another half pound and yours would have been knocking the UK record, I believe.
 
Glad to read it. Some years back, a disease nearly wiped out the Perch population. Another half pound and yours would have been knocking the UK record, I believe.
Yes I know Avon…….I thought I had caught a small tiddler….Lol…..
 
Replace musky with Salmon, I'm in.

My Alaskan bud manages to send me pics of his latest catches.
He's in SE Alaska where the Kings get pretty hefty
I've landed a few fall Chinook in the 50lb range down here on the coastal streams
That's a lota fish on the other end of the line
But
Pound for pound, it's steelhead for me
Get a 20 ponder to tail walk, that's something one doesn't soon forget
You are a darn lucky fellow with such sport at your feet. Our Salmon record was 64lbs and was caught 101 years ago by Miss Georgina Ballentine , the only record that has stood the test of time. I believe she was the lockkeeper's daughter.
Even in 1922 at the relatively early age of 32, Georgina had arthritis in her hands. This worsened in her later years to such an extent that she was crippled, and eventually, her legs were amputated. Georgina never married. The villagers rallied around to take care of her, and she even had a special alarm light fitted on the top of the cottage. If she was in trouble, the light attracted help from the neighbours.

She passed away in 1970 and this epitaph, spoken by Reverend Bell at her funeral, sums up the kind of person she was.

"For many years to come, there will be those who turn to their children and say … I knew Miss Ballantine, who caught the record salmon... she was a truly wonderful person."

To top it all, the captor of the largest Atlantic salmon that will ever be caught in Britain could not become a member of the men-only Fly Fishers Club, even though they displayed a beautiful watercolour of the fish and the cast at various times in their history. How ironic it was when the president had to explain to reporters, anglers and dignitaries that the record salmon was landed by a woman.
 
Prior to my surgery recently I fished 2-3 trips most weeks, part of our main crew is a friends wife D. She usually does great most every trip both in quantity and size, in fact today I have been setting up a trip for the w/of the 15th it will be my 1st time back to go since my surgery, we have always included her when we plan a trip. D does it all from catching to cleaning her catch and everyone's else fish. Just an all around great lady.
 
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My Granddaughter with her mess of crappie! She was obviously very proud of what she caught...and yep, my wife's a red head!
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Great stuff, reminds me of when I was a kid, real life seen through real life and not a mobile phone. I started fishing I guess when I was about 7, when they cleared the mines and barbed wire off the beaches after WW2. Yes, I am that old, but I much preferred being younger. My dear old gran purchased all the gear for ten shillings, and I was off on my own. Then a lifetime of fishing, later being mainly fly-fishing. Alas, disability finally caught up, and I sold my gear, which broke my heart. Then in truth, I would do it all again, plenty of places in the USA and Wild Canada I would love to fish, another life to this crowded island.
 

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