Comments on: Fishing evokes thoughts of my father http://gameto100.com/?p=944 Start by doing what is necessary, then do what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. Tue, 15 May 2012 13:52:12 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.4 By: Paul Clegg http://gameto100.com/?p=944#comment-1912 Paul Clegg Fri, 27 Jan 2012 14:27:19 +0000 http://gameto100.com/?p=944#comment-1912 I never heard there was a reward-punishment system around fishing in Maine. Perhaps the punishments far outnumbered the rewards. Glad you had some good outings with Dad. I remember a pickerel following my lure right up to the boat during my 1957 trip but not taking it. Impressive looking fish with all those teeth. I never heard there was a reward-punishment system around fishing in Maine. Perhaps the punishments far outnumbered the rewards. Glad you had some good outings with Dad. I remember a pickerel following my lure right up to the boat during my 1957 trip but not taking it. Impressive looking fish with all those teeth.

]]> By: John C Clegg http://gameto100.com/?p=944#comment-1911 John C Clegg Fri, 27 Jan 2012 09:15:40 +0000 http://gameto100.com/?p=944#comment-1911 I have a few thoughts on my fishing outings with our Dad on Pleasant Pond in Litchfield, Maine...around 1942-1946, when I was 6-10 yrs old. I do recall some "Slave Rowing Sentences" whenever one of us kids broke the (many) rules or behaved badly with a sibling.That was a true punishment...ROW-ROW-ROW in the hot sun...UGH! However,when I was invited to go fishing with Dad, we SHARED the rowing, and it was somewhat fun, because now I was commanding the boat toward "the adventure" of the next cove of fish....(punitive rowing VS shared responsibility of the hunt). I never found the BASS fishing all that exciting...surface plug...one hit on it...maybe into the air once...then a dive bomb toward the bottom...a little tugging...then SURRENDER...reel it in ...get the net!!! But even to this day I can relive the excitement of casting out a metal spoon (gold,silver or red & white striped), letting it sink a bit, start reeling it in , and then "SSTTRRIIKKOOOOO"...an ornery, hungry , big PICKEREL zaps your spoon ,totally out of sight except for a quick white flash from down below the water. PURE GOOSEBUMPS!!! And then it fights a while & leaps out of the water to reveal itself for the 1st time... Get the net and the pliers!!!! JCC....1/27/12. :-) I have a few thoughts on my fishing outings with our Dad on Pleasant Pond in Litchfield, Maine…around 1942-1946, when I was 6-10 yrs old. I do recall some “Slave Rowing Sentences” whenever one of us kids broke the (many) rules or behaved badly with a sibling.That was a true punishment…ROW-ROW-ROW in the hot sun…UGH!
However,when I was invited to go fishing with Dad, we SHARED the rowing, and it was somewhat fun, because now I was commanding the boat toward “the adventure” of the next cove of fish….(punitive rowing VS shared responsibility of the hunt).

I never found the BASS fishing all that exciting…surface plug…one hit on it…maybe into the air once…then a dive bomb toward the bottom…a little tugging…then SURRENDER…reel it in …get the net!!!

But even to this day I can relive the excitement of casting out a metal spoon (gold,silver or red & white striped), letting it sink a bit, start reeling it in , and then
“SSTTRRIIKKOOOOO”…an ornery, hungry , big PICKEREL zaps your spoon ,totally out of sight except for a quick white flash from down below the water. PURE GOOSEBUMPS!!! And then it fights a while & leaps out of the water to reveal itself for the 1st time… Get the net and the pliers!!!! JCC….1/27/12. :-)

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