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I really envy people who live on the water in S Florida. I have an aunt that lived on the main intracoastal in Boca when I was 12 and then on a side canal in Boca when I was a little older.
Great lifestyle being able to go out in your backyard and watch million dollar yachts go by or being able to wet a line and catch a jack, tarpon, barracuda, etc whenever you want.
Man, I have to get out of Jackson, Ms! Maybe when I'm down there in a few weeks my wife and I will put out some job feelers.
I remember my very first fishing trip with my dad in a rented Jon boat. We had to carry a small outboard motor down a hill and wrestle it onto the boat. The only thing caught that day were memories that will last a lifetime.
This pic was taken on my dads first trip on my new boat 30 years later. All smiles!!!!
I really envy people who can still take their dad's fishing. I lost mine in 1978, just when i was begining to realize that he might have been right all along about some things in life. If you're lucky enough to still have your dad, cherish every minute. Taking your dad fishing is one of the best ways to enjoy his company and make memories that will last a lifetime.
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Great photo and it is great to be with Dad. LOVE the look of your Verados! They really look like the beasts that they are!{I'm sure that some Savent will now have to make their typical non-informed and bias comment about your engines.}
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Hey Guys-
A New Yorker here in Dublin studying medicine. Dad just put the boat in the water this weekend and looking forward for me to get home after finals to get some montauk fluke! I'm 27 and my dad is getting older now and I'll never forget what I guy at our marina said to me last summer. "You're so lucky you and your old man have this...fishing together. I was never lucky enough to have that." Really made me realize how special time on the water with dad is...starting with bamboo poles and snappers to chunking for stripers. He always has time to take me fishing!
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Great shots guys, lost my dad last October he was 55, I hope to someday share an experience with my son and daughters and their children some day... but at 35 I have some more fishing to do and don't want to rush it
Great posts, good pictures enjoy the memories for a lifetime !
Great work! Do yourself a favor and take your pop out as much as possible. Mine is laying in the hospital waiting on a liver transplant. He looks like a truck ran over him then backed up and did it again for good measure. He's on the VERY short list for a liver so we're hopefull he comes out of it OK. He's a di-hard fisherman and we usually get out 3-4 times a year together. Hopefully by Fall I can get him out fishing. Going to be a long recovery.
Again, great pics. I need to see if I can find one of my pop's and some fish we caught together.
My dad's still taking me fishing at 72. I will never forget the time we spent together fishing. Some of my best memories are of the people and places we experienced together. A few years back I wrought a poem and surrounded it with pictures of all different family members holding fish caught with my dad. Being a guy it was hard to express my gratitude so I wrought it down .He loved it and hung it on the wall immediately.
JEAN ANNE
She floats in the cold New England waters.
Bold and beautiful named after a wife and daughter.
I was young and green when we were first acquainted.
Every spring she was waxed and her bottom painted.
Her good captain and crew worked well as a team.
Battling bluefin were all of there dreams.
She took us to the corner with our expectations high.
Soaring over the water like the gulls in the sky.
We went to places few will ever see.
Where the whales, porpoise and bluefin swim free.
Tight on the hook far from land.
The waters are familiar like the back of our hand.
The recorder lights up mark after mark.
“CHUM LIKE HELL” the captain would bark.
Our blood starts pumping, tension fills the air.
Take the hook bait if you dare.
A balloon goes down and the real begins to sing.
Which one did it take? I think it was the ling.
In the white water behind us a silhouette appears.
Losing him at the boat our deepest fears.
We head for the barn with a giant in the pit.
The adrenaline in our veins still pumping a bit.
Lifted from our deck its body glistens in the light.
We have great respect for the fish and its fight.
Back at the dock a buzz fills the air.
Who is that guy? It’s lucky Pierre.
I'll cherish forever the memories we've had.
For this reason I'd like to thank the captain, my dad.
I'm with Hydro. My Dad loved to go offshore and in inshore fishing, but unfortunately he died in 1997. He never got see any of the boats I bought, and would really have loved them all, especially getting out to do a little early morning bottom fishing at the jetties.
Guess I'm late to the party on this one, but this topic touched a nerve. My dad and I started our fishing career in 1970 (me 8 yrs old) with a 10 hp Evinrude. To buy the engine, the seller insisted my dad take the boat too; a 12' canvas covered Penn Yan with beautiful mahoganny ribs inside. My dad had already boat a 10' wooden pram he intended to use the motor on, but it had a rotted transom. I remember helping him put Git-Rot into the transom to fix it. He ended up trading the pram for a 1967 Ford Falcon wagon which became the tow vehicle for the 12' Penn Yan. My Grandmother (his mom) lived in Buzzards Bay (Cape Cod) so we'd head down there quite a bit to fish the canal. I went to hockey camp at St Andrews in Canada the next year, so we fished the Bay of Funday while we were up there. I remember we lost the forward gear shear pin in the lower unit and had to come in in reverse. Very wet that day. Big tides too. By the time he walked up to get the car, the tide had disappeared out from under the boat. Next came a 12' Glastron with a 40hp Evinrude Goldwing(?). Very fast, but not very seaworthy. It bounced around a lot in the chop at the Merrimack river. Then stepped up to an 18' Glaspar. This time we bought a brand new Evinrude 70hp 3 cylinder. Beatiful engine. We almost broke the boat in half trying to get out the mouth of the Merrimack one day. Big surf! My dad asked me what I thought. I was 13, what did I know. I said "Go For It!" The wave almost broke over the bow. I swear we were at a 90 degree angle when the water disppeared out from under us. Scary. Very scary. Next came a 22' Cruisers with a 150hp Mercury. Awesome boat. Came with a slip in Boston harbor at the Constitution Mariner, next to "Old Ironsides." We used to sit in there on Friday nights and look at the lights of Boston across the way. We'd go out on weekends and sit at the end of the runways of Logan Airport and watch the jets come in. Unbelievable those things actually fly. No way you could do that today. Unfortunately, somewhere around this time I lost my desire to fish anymore and my dad and I kind of went separate ways. Not his choice, just mine. I quit hockey and just got kind of lost on things. During my abscence my dad bought his very first brand new boat; 25' Proline with a 250hp Yamaha. Beautiful boat, but in the end, badly underpowered by that single motor. Broke my dad's heart that I didn't go out with anymore. Tide and time passed and I finally did some growing up and began to realize just how special my dad was. Unfortunately, he died just as we were starting to get close again. That was 1999. Pisses me off everytime I think about it. Currently, my wife and I own a 1978 26' Silverton Flybridge named "Dad's Dream" in honor of my father. He would have loved the cockpit on this boat. I've taken his place at his boat club as a member, most recently having served as Executive Officer of the Board. Hopefully, when my son comes of age (he's 17 months old now and named Joseph after my dad) we'll share some precious moments of our own. But for me, my dad was the greatest man I'll ever know and I miss him every damn day! Thanks for the memories dad!
You guys are getting me pretty weepy, but it doesn't bother me at all. I am lucky as hell that I grew up being taken fishing by my dad and now have turned the tables on him so we alternate running the adventures. Our history is on Lake Michigan and now I've tackled offshore fishing so I get to show HIM a thing or two. Wonderful.
It is priceless to know when the good old days are NOW.
Here is one of my dad and us fishing. My brothers and I fish together. My Dad is able to come down to Florida a lot, so he is always going fishing with us whenever he is in town. We always want him to reel in more fish, but he typically will only reel in 1 or 2. He doesn't care much for reeling them in.....I think he just enjoys being out on the water...miles from everything with us. At least that is what I think.
I am 25 and both of my brothers are quite a bit older than me. Growing up they were in High School, then College and out of College and moved away during my teenage years. During those years, my Dad was much more than just a Father..he was a friend and a brother to me. He did a lot w/ me growing up...and I am sure there were a lot of Scout campouts and sleeping on cots that he could of done without, but he never complained and he was always ready to go....I think he just enjoyed spending time w/ me....no matter what that meant or what we were doing. I have been fishing for as long as I can remember....growing up in Oklahoma fishing and hunting is what kids did for the most part, and our Dad always did these things with us.
I still enjoy the time we get with our Dad on the water. Its typically just the 4 of us...enjoying each others company and talking about our lives and memories of growing up.
As much as I enjoy the fishing with him, the one thing I enjoy the most is when I get up early on Saturday or Sunday mornings when my folks are in town and drive over to there house and drink coffee and read the paper together. Its just us. Mom is usually still sleeping and the 2 of us are drinking coffee and reading. Sometimes we visit, other times no more than 10 words are exchanged. That is what I will always remember most about my Dad.....Early mornings.
takin dad fishing 
