Fishing Fury Flashback, Clive Age 10
I dug up a few old fishing photos recently, so I figured it would be a good idea to take a look back at the history of Fishing Fury. I’ve been very lucky my entire life to be surrounded by fishermen, both friends and family. When I was 10 or eleven we spent some time in British Columbia visiting my favorite uncle, my uncle Stephen. We spent several hours out at sea and he introduced me to salmon fishing.
I can still remember the excitement of being out on the ocean and hooking into my first salmon. We were trolling cut herring behind the boat and one of the reels started screaming, my uncle grabbed the rod without hesitation and set the hook and handed me the rod. I grabbed the reel just in time to experience the truly awesome power of a Pacific salmon. It felt like the a hundred yards of line had been torn off the reel in the blink of an eye, and despite holding on for dear life, my little hand couldn’t keep up with the mighty fish and before I knew it, the spool had back lashed. My uncle came to the rescue and sorted out the line and we went home with a beauty salmon in the cooler.
We made several other trips, and me up with my uncle Terry for another adventure in which I caught my first shark and first sea bass. Once again tried my best to land a salmon on my own, but lost a big fish as it went under the boat. Sadly I never landed a salmon that trip either, but I took the opportunity to pose with this salmon my uncle Terry caught. I tried my best to smile for the photo, but I was heartbroken that I didn’t catch my own salmon. Oddly enough, I don’t think I have hooked into a salmon since that day.
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3 years, 5 months ago #
3 years, 5 months ago #