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Great memories fishing/hunting with parents or kids....
Posted on 3/6/11 at 8:07 pm
Posted on 3/6/11 at 8:07 pm
I made a great one today with oldest boy. Watched him hook up into a 36 bull red and he literally said OH shite!!!!! Lmao, he is a bigger hunter than fisherman, but after that red he asked if we could mount it! Great times!
Posted on 3/6/11 at 9:17 pm to gplayerjr
The ONLY time I have ever heard my Dad drop the F bomb was when we were rabbit hunting when I was about 14. Me and my brother looked at each other in amazement. That was over 20 yes ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday.
Posted on 3/6/11 at 9:21 pm to gplayerjr
Where to start....
One of my most memorable was when I shoot a buck and we looked and tracked and brought the dogs out to try and find him to no avail. He walked over to the side of the blood trail and said, "hey come over here, I think I found some more blood" and pointed to the deer and I flipped out and jumped into his arms cause I was so happy. Something I will never forget.
One of my most memorable was when I shoot a buck and we looked and tracked and brought the dogs out to try and find him to no avail. He walked over to the side of the blood trail and said, "hey come over here, I think I found some more blood" and pointed to the deer and I flipped out and jumped into his arms cause I was so happy. Something I will never forget.
This post was edited on 3/7/11 at 8:56 am
Posted on 3/6/11 at 9:22 pm to deaconjones35
I remember shooting my first deer. I was 10. My dad and I were in a stand together. Blasted the doe with a slug from 20 yds. I was just not that excited, but my dad was going nuts. He was so pumped up. I was excited when we got to drag it out the marsh and got blood on my face at the house.
Posted on 3/6/11 at 9:34 pm to gplayerjr
Mixed memories with my dad. He spent most of his time getting us un-hung, or baiting hooks. He would get cranky near the end...but took us to some nice places to fish. Millwood Res. in Arkansas, Toledo Bend. Had an uncle that was a professional fisherman, preferred to go with him.
Posted on 3/6/11 at 10:05 pm to gplayerjr
My Grandpa used to have the best deer dogs in Jackson Parish. I killed my first buck in front of em when I was 11 yrs. young, standing on the black top 2 miles south of the Chatham Cemetary on Hwy #4 Those were the days. Single barrel 12 gauge.
Posted on 3/7/11 at 7:14 am to windriver
My Grandpa used to have the best deer dogs in Jackson Parish. I killed my first buck in front of em when I was 11 yrs. young, standing on the black top 2 miles south of the Chatham Cemetary on Hwy #4 Those were the days. Single barrel 12 gauge.
ILLEGAL DEER...shooting from a PUBLIC ROAD is prohibited in every state...
ILLEGAL DEER...shooting from a PUBLIC ROAD is prohibited in every state...
Posted on 3/7/11 at 7:41 am to gplayerjr
I think I've shared this on here before...
But my dad and I were at ends all throughout high school... Too similar, I guess. When I got into college some of that kind of melted away. My dad and I have the same birthday, so for our birthday one year I got us a guided trip to Lake Fork. The night before, staying at the little marina motel, I told my dad for the first time that I was proud of him and how much I cared about him. (He built himself up from nothing, not getting into all of that here.)
So the next day we didn't really catch much. In fact, my dad didn't catch anything. I caught 4 I think, largest being a 5-3. The look on his face when I lipped that fish said it all.
But my dad and I were at ends all throughout high school... Too similar, I guess. When I got into college some of that kind of melted away. My dad and I have the same birthday, so for our birthday one year I got us a guided trip to Lake Fork. The night before, staying at the little marina motel, I told my dad for the first time that I was proud of him and how much I cared about him. (He built himself up from nothing, not getting into all of that here.)
So the next day we didn't really catch much. In fact, my dad didn't catch anything. I caught 4 I think, largest being a 5-3. The look on his face when I lipped that fish said it all.
This post was edited on 3/7/11 at 7:42 am
Posted on 3/7/11 at 8:28 am to SCUBABlake
Fishing in the marsh canals in Lacombe. My sister and I (5 and 7 at the time) kept insisting we wanted to get out of the boat and walk on the nice grass. Parents keep telling us it wasn't a lawn and that we'd sink. Well, we kept it up, so they let us out and went around a bend. Of course, we sunk up to our asses. My stupid little sister just cried and cried. I told her they'd come get us, but she kept crying. After about five or ten minutes they came and got us. Pretty funny. Wish we could have left my sister out there.
This post was edited on 3/7/11 at 8:29 am
Posted on 3/7/11 at 9:09 am to ChenierauTigre
Snakes, Gators? Wow you have cool parents ...
Posted on 3/7/11 at 9:17 am to ChenierauTigre
Fast response...Do you have TD.Com on your beeper?
Posted on 3/7/11 at 2:07 pm to RogerTheShrubber
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He spent most of his time getting us un-hung, or baiting hooks. He would get cranky near the end...
I did a lot of this yesterday, but when all was said and done, I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was all about the quality time!
Posted on 3/7/11 at 2:17 pm to gplayerjr
That's the game I play now. I love doing it too. My kids get so excited when they catch a fish, I just love watching them.
Posted on 3/7/11 at 2:19 pm to SCUBABlake
I remember fishing for the first time with my future (now ex) father in law, a staunch Southern Baptist. A 6 foot cottonmouth fell off a branch (horizontal to the bank) and into the boat, and the litany of curse words out of my mouth may have scared the snake out of the boat.
Posted on 3/7/11 at 2:32 pm to windriver
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My Grandpa used to have the best deer dogs in Jackson Parish. I killed my first buck in front of em when I was 11 yrs. young,
We did the same in Morehouse parish. Until I was about 12 I thought that deer hunting was slinging gravel and chasing dogs. Awesome times.
Posted on 3/7/11 at 6:24 pm to gplayerjr
Fishin Belle River w/ my dad and uncle my dad tells me cast down that bank and you'll catch one. I did and caught about a three pound bass on a white/chart spinnerbait. I was about six years old, that was my first bass and I've had the fever ever since.
Posted on 3/7/11 at 6:53 pm to Zoom8
As a I kid I can remember fishing with my dad and he caught a big red. Not a bull, but really big for inshore. 20 inches or so if I remember right.
Well, he puts it in the ice chest and we keep fishing. A few minutes later we hear some thumping coming from the ice chest and suddenly the lid flies open and that fish jumps out. My dad lunges for it, but it ends up back in the water he ends up covered in scales.
He's cussing up a storm while my pawpaw, my brother and I are laughing our asses off.
To this day he keeps a bungee cord over the ice chest lid now.
Well, he puts it in the ice chest and we keep fishing. A few minutes later we hear some thumping coming from the ice chest and suddenly the lid flies open and that fish jumps out. My dad lunges for it, but it ends up back in the water he ends up covered in scales.
He's cussing up a storm while my pawpaw, my brother and I are laughing our asses off.
To this day he keeps a bungee cord over the ice chest lid now.
Posted on 3/7/11 at 7:07 pm to DrTyger
I am one of three.
We had some amazing hunts in an elevated duck blind in Madison parish.
I will always remember when we were at another hole in Madison, a pothole that was absolutely covered in ducks. It was all four of us and an uncle. I was 9 or 10.
First daylight, we had ducks EVERYWHERE...probably 200 circling....just waiting and waiting for a big group to get right. I dont know what came over me, but I had a single swing in front of me....and I stand up and BOOM, my one shot from my crack barrel 16 gauge.
The look on my Dads face was priceless, half WTF and half 'thats my boy'. Probably one of those you had to be there stories, but it was funny.
I came from a conservative house, not much drinking, etc. When I was aobut 18, my Dad and brother went over to Tensas deer hunting. We finished up, and my Dad told my brother "lets pull in for some biscuits" I was shocked to see Pops walk out with a six pack and toss me one. I had arrived. Hell, I had never seen my Dad drink a beer till then. Whole new world!
We had some amazing hunts in an elevated duck blind in Madison parish.
I will always remember when we were at another hole in Madison, a pothole that was absolutely covered in ducks. It was all four of us and an uncle. I was 9 or 10.
First daylight, we had ducks EVERYWHERE...probably 200 circling....just waiting and waiting for a big group to get right. I dont know what came over me, but I had a single swing in front of me....and I stand up and BOOM, my one shot from my crack barrel 16 gauge.
The look on my Dads face was priceless, half WTF and half 'thats my boy'. Probably one of those you had to be there stories, but it was funny.
I came from a conservative house, not much drinking, etc. When I was aobut 18, my Dad and brother went over to Tensas deer hunting. We finished up, and my Dad told my brother "lets pull in for some biscuits" I was shocked to see Pops walk out with a six pack and toss me one. I had arrived. Hell, I had never seen my Dad drink a beer till then. Whole new world!
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