Fishing at an Early Age

By January 11, 2014 No Comments

image_1As a kid growing up in Provo, Utah, fishing was an important part of my life. My father taught me to fish at a very young age on the shores of lakes in central and southern Utah. In those days, the fishing season started on the saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend. So every year my family would pack the camp trailer and head for beautiful Panquitch Lake. On opening morning, we were the first ones on the lake, arriving even before it was light enough to see. I would often stay wrapped in a blanket in the station wagon waiting for the temps to warm up while my parents and older siblings were out fishing. When I couldn’t  wait any longer, I would bundle up and hurry down to the waters edge, pole in hand, to find my father running up and down the untangling lines and netting fish. I remember him showing me how to thread a barrel sinker, tie one endif the leader to a swivel and the other to a size 18 treble hook. We called this the Panguitch Hook Up and nearby anglers would often ask us what our secret was and what were were using. We had contests for first fish, most fish and biggest fish. My mother always caught the biggest fish for some reason…. I think it was because she couldn’t cast as far as the rest of us and the big ones were in closer. But did we adjust ours casts? Now way, the big ones had to be out as far as we could cast. image_3Growing up close to the Provo River soon had me curious about fly fishing. Every trip up Provo canyon presented anglers casting colorful lines and standing in the middle of the river. There were no lawn chairs, no sand spikes, no coolers of soda nor snacks full of twinkles and pop tarts. The fly fishers were constantly casting and the process looked intense. My curiosity grew. I remember my first attempt at fly fishing on the Firehole River in Yellowstone National Park when I was 10 years old. My father had a old fly reel with line on it in the bottom of his tackle box and my Eagle Claw pack rod had a reversible handle which turned it into a fly rod. Perfect! I attached the only fly I could find in my tackle box (a size 14 brown soft hackle wet fly) and I was off to do some real fishing. Needless to say with now instruction nor experience, it was a long afternoon. However, While untangling one of the many rats nests in my line, my fly floated downstream below me and the line began to tighten. I pulled in the line to find an eight inch cutthroat had eaten my fly. It wasn’t pretty but it was my first fish caught on a fly fishing rig. image_4Those early fishing experiences are a highlight of my youth and will be etched in my memory forever. And now that I have children of my own, I have been eager to give them the same opportunities to embrace fishing. And why not teach them to fly fish too? Both my boys have enjoyed all types of fishing and their skills at fly fishing are improving. As a guide, I love to teach kids to fly fish. Their optimism is strong, they are teachable and their excitement when a fish takes their fly is priceless. In a time when after school and summer time activities can get a bit sketchy,why not introduce a healthy activity like fly fishing. I have seen first hand how a day out fly fishing can strengthen relationships between children and parents. The quality time spent fishing with family and friends, enjoying the outdoors and nature, will create memories to last forever. image_2 Written by Jeff Lindstrom Photos by Jeff Lindstrom]]>

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