One day after school around the begining of June 1953 with my buddy Jimmy we decided to try fishing for the first time. We were both the same age 7. I had borrowed from my uncle Howard's tackel box nylon black fishing line, a few hooks and my buddy dugged up a few worms. We decided to fish off the dock. We ended up by getting the hook tied to the line a whole worm on the hook and into the water we dropped it. The very first fish I caught was a sucker. I ran all the way home with it to show it to my grandmother. I was so happy I wanted my grandma to cook it for me. She said no there are to many bones in a sucker. My buddy Jim was luckier than me he caught a nice 3 Lbs. pickerel.
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I remember when I went fishing for the first time at 5 in a canal in Oxford, England. Didn't catch anything, I was using bread on a hook and hoping to catch something from the murky water! I managed later on to catch some sticklebacks in a pond in France when I was 6. From then on I kept going back.
That first time was back in 1977.
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