Well BBJ I know about grandpa fishing, spent some time with mine out on Venice lake (Missawawi) catching pike through the ice. I have so many good fishing memories but what stands out for me is fishing at Prince Rupert with my dad and a friend and catching salmon and pulling crab traps, won't ever forget it. Also my first time fly fishing up at Janice lake in BC.

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My greatest memory was with my dad, Larry.  When I was very young he was fishing a small beaver dam pond just outside of Cadomin for brook trout with the fly rod.  I was watching him fish as I was only about 4 or 5 years old at the time.  He casted across the pond, and got snagged in a gangly, crappy tree, way on the other side.  He told me that a fish spit the hook up in the tree, so naturally I bit and believed him whole heartedly.  He eventually made it to the other side of the pond, and tried to climb the tree.  He got about 3/4 of the way up and being a swamp spruce that was not in good shape to begin with, it came crashing down.  I laughed and laughed on the side of the pond.  My dad was built like an ox, so he was just too much for the tree to handle.  For years and years we laughed about the fish that spit the hook up in the tree. 

When I was in high school, I used to get to take a week off school in early May and go up to Peerless and Graham Lakes with my Dad and Uncle Konrad, right after the ice came off.  Those trips were so much fun, and man did we ever catch a ton of fish.

Any trips with my dad were always memorable for me.  We used to take the truck and camper, then our motorhome and fish all over the forrestry truck road.  Heading to lakes with family on long weekends, or countless icefishing trips all over northern Alberta.  I even dragged him out to Wisconsin to go fish a tournament on Lake Michigan, and it was the only time I ever saw him get sick from the size of the waves we were in.

He passesd away two years ago in early May after a battle with a rare kidney disease.  I miss him so much, and really wish I had taken him up to Plummers Lodge on Great Bear Lake, as he loved catching lakers and always talked about a fly in trip he went on with my Uncle when I was young. 

Thanks for all the great memories Dad!  Thanks for spening the time to teach me how to fish, and always taking me along.  Below is a picture of my dad holding a walleye from Lake Isle.

Chris K         

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My fondest memories are fishing with my Grandparents. They are both gone now but, they taught me so much about the outdoors. My parents went through a period when they seperated and I lived with my grandparents for a while, as times where tough and my Mom could not make ends meet on her own.  My grandfather taught me how to fly-fish when I was 12 years old. I spent many hours fishing with him for Pike and smallmouth Bass back in the day on Lake Muskoka when I lived in Ontario. We spent the weekends at the cottage fishing on some smaller lakes that held Rainbow Trout as well. Watching my Grandpa cast a fly line was a thing of beauty. He made it look so easy. I was lucky to have a great teacher. Well eventually I moved back with my Mom and we moved along way from my Grandparents and it became hard to see them. I miss the warm summer nights fishing with my Grandpa at the cottage. I am a huge fly-fishing nut now and I still use the knowledge that he passed on to me today. He made me a better fisherman and I love him for it.  Those are my greatest fishing memories.

Great posts guys!

Mine would have to be a salt water fishing trip back home. I was about 15 years old and was working (summer employment) on a Cape Islander with a couple of the local fisherman. It was right after a storm and there was a tide on and the pollick were running like crazy. We were anchored off Ketch Harbour on Edie's shoal light linning for pollick. I was using a half herring on cod hook and line, all of a sudden, bang, something (didn't know what it was at the time) grabbed my hook and made off with it. First I thought I hooked a halibut but remembered I wasn't fishing deep.
Anyrate, damn thing near pulled me over the side of the boat but with the help of Will and Paddy we got it up along side of the boat, gaft him, cut his throat and let him go back into the ocean. It was a blue shark. Nothing spectacular, young one, maybe 8ft- about 100 lbs or so, but it put up one hellava fight.

The fisherman always killed all the sharks they could in their areas because they ate alot of the fish they made their living on.

Not sure if I can tell you my best fishing memory. but I can tell you the future.  I have a 2 year old and for him to catch his first fish will be the greatest memory of all.

Cheers.

Don't worry Grandpa. Your Grandson is in good hands.  He will soon will be out fishing us both.

Cheers.