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pen:
I used to fish with my dad when I was little.  We'd wake up around 4:00 and go to some place he'd find in the woods either on a rickety old bridge or a big rock or something and just spend a couple hours trying to catch something.  Putting the worm on the hook used to gross me out, so he'd do it for me and I would catch more than he would.  That stopped when I became a teenager and "got a life" but sometimes I miss it.  It was one of the few times when I was little that he was sober enough to pay attention to me.

I don't know what kinds of fish I caught.  They were never bigger than 6 inches and we only went to streams in southern New Hampshire. 

I'm not sure I'll ever fish again.  At this point, it really seems boring.  The only reason I liked it when I was little is because my dad was there, I think. 

Sox:
Ben, what on earth do fist have to do with anything?

Llewellian:
I love to eat fish (especially plaice and salmon). Unfortunately, in my whole family and circle of friends only my uncle goes fishing - and he wants strictly to be alone when he does this. So... nope, i NEVER did fish anything myself... aside from the exception that i am allowed to catch-grab and club me a rainbow trout every now and then from his little fish farming lake.

Orbert:
Fishing is kinda like golf to me.  You're not doing it for anything exciting to happen; it's supposed to be a relaxing, low-key activity.  The moments of excitement are few and far between, and often memorable, but they're not really the point.  You're outdoors, getting some sunshine and fresh air.  With golf, you're also getting in a fair amount of walking, which is good for you.  With fishing, you're often in some really nice place.  A stream in the woods, on a boat on a lake, etc.  So people who complain about it being boring are missing the point.  It's not supposed to be exciting in the first place.  It's a break from exciting.

I'm another one of those who spent a lot of mornings in my youth getting up at 4 in the morning and going fishing with my dad.  We spent hours and hours talking about things.  Everything.  Or just not talking and chilling out.  I miss those days.

Here is me last summer.  We were staying at a campsite that had a fishing pond stocked with bluegill, and my kids wanted to go fishing.  This is one of the smallest fish I've ever caught, 'cause if they're any smaller, they can't bite a hook.  But it was fun.  We each caught like ten of these little things in an hour of two, then they wanted to do something else.

Lines:
When I used to fish with my grandpa (he had a stocked pond behind his house), I used to catch tiny bluegill all the time. I think I caught a few bass, too, but I remember we usually just let them go after we caught them. If he went fishing with one of my uncles at one of the larger lakes in the area, he'd either bring them back to put in the pond or to eat, but I only remember him cleaning fish once or twice, so we didn't eat fresh ones often.

Since he died, I haven't been fishing, but I could see myself doing it again with someone else who wanted to.

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