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Saturday, February 23, 2013

My rod, my dad, my memories

Melissa and I happened to head over for lunch at my parents' house yesterday.  For those that may not know, my father is rather sick.  He has serve memory issues and has either dementia or Alzheimer's.  There are other things as well, but no one is really sure what else is going on and there is no definitive answer.  While there, I decided to take a look around the house.  My parents and I moved to this house when I was two years old.  Many things and places in the house brought a smile to my face and reminded me of better times.  I meandered downstairs to the workshop.  This area has always housed our fishing gear, tools, etc.  Much to my surprise, I located a long forgotten item here.  The moment I saw those green wraps of thread and that white rod I knew exactly what it was.  My face lit up and my eyes got huge.  I pulled my recently discovered, long forgotten gem out of the can and raced up stairs to show my father and Melissa just what I had discovered.  What was it you ask?  I was able to locate the first ever fishing rod and reel I ever had.  Pulled from a trash can of neglected fishing equipment was my green Zebco 202 reel paired with a 5', (pretty sure fiberglass) Zebco Centennial rod.  Man, oh man did I strike it rich with this find!  They really don't make rods like they used to.

My father has been a lifelong fisherman.  Growing up in Michigan, he chased panfish with cane poles throughout the Great Lakes region in an effort to put food on the table .  Upon hearing the news that he was going to be a father, and he was having a son at that, he rushed out to buy a rod and reel.  Before I was even born, I had a fishing rod.  Maybe I was destined to be involved in fishing?

Very early on, my father took me fishing.  My first trip was to Deep Creek Lake.  Before I was allowed to even touch that green and white beauty, I was instructed using a cane pole.  We camped out at the lake and caught bluegill and perch for dinner.  As the years have passed, memories of that time have faded but I still remember my father holding a cane pole and lifting up a perch with a smile on his face.  I caught my first bluegill there.  I am positive that I was hooked on fishing from then on.

Having mastered the cane pole so to speak, I was allowed to advance to my shiny green and white Zebco.  Before each fishing trip, my father had me practice with it by casting in the back yard.  I had a little plastic plug tied on to the end of the line to aid in casting and reduce potential injury from a hook.  We all know how awesome (not really!) kids are when they first start casting.  It wasn't long before I got the hang of pushing that button on the reel and letting her fly through the air.  Man could that rod cast and that reel sing!!

Between fishing trips with Dad and family vacation, some friends and I discovered a small pond down the road from the house.  Seemed like it was miles away when I was walking there as a kid.  Now I doubt if it was even a mile.  I chased bluegill and largemouth in that pond with my friends for many years to come.  Always with that Zebco.  Looking back on it, those were some of the best times I ever had fishing.  Many laughs, many smiles and a tremendous amount of fun.  I used to come home with a stringer full of fish for dinner.  I guess I am a little ashamed to admit that now.  Oh well.  Ignorant youth I suppose.

In my teens, I discovered girls but I kept on fishing with that Zebco.  I can't for the life of me remember when, but at some point I broke the tip of the rod off and moved to a spin cast rod/reel combo.  I am not sure if breaking the tip off caused me to make that move or not.  I guess, looking at how we all progress as fishermen, it might have been inevitable.

I love fishing.  Nowadays fly fishing and tying have become a way of life for me.  I can't thank my father enough for introducing me to this most wonderful pastime   I think my love for it may exceed his own love for fishing but not by much.  The amount of joy that Zebco brought me cannot be measured nor accurately described in words.  Seeing and holding it yesterday opened the floodgates allowing wonderful memories of outings in the past to wash in.  It was amazing for me to race upstairs and share them with my wife and father.  Some he remembered, and laughter rang out in the house.  Almost thirty-nine years later, that Zebco can still bring a smile to the face of son and father alike.  I do regret never having the time to honor my father's request and teach him how to fly fish.  I think he saw very early on just how much I loved it and wanted to be a part of it.  I also wish we could have taken one more fishing trip together.  While he is still with us, fishing now is impossible for him.  Memories never made and time lost.  I am glad though I can still remember what it was like to fish with him all those many years ago.








It has taken a beating but still looks good!

5 comments:

  1. Hey, Jeff, very touching post here! Well done. Memories are a true treasure. Hang on to them as long as you can. Your father sounded like he really enjoyed the principles of fishing with his son. I can tell you are very proud of him! Long live the Zebco outfit. Many of us have similar memories of catching our first fish on some ol' Zebco outfit.

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  2. Great post Jeff. I hope your father is around a long time to share those memories with you. I've got that exact reel somewhere around here. Wonderful memories.

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  3. What a find. My first rod got used so much both the rod and reel fell apart. Glad yours is still intact. It will keep the memory alive.

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  4. Lovely post Jeff. I remember the time you brought home a large bluegill and were so disappointed that I wasn't thrilled at the sight. Dad was working, and you said he would understand. Dad loved fishing and his happiest moments were sharing it with you. One of the many reasons he is so proud of you. I always remember the two going off together especially during summers - when you two had each other to yourselves. Good times and glad you have them as memories.

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  5. Jeff first time to your Blog and I stumble upon this great story. I am a self taught fisherman with three kids. I take them all fishing, along with as many neighborhood kids that want to go. I bought my oldest son a Zebco outfit a couple of years ago. Man he loves that rod. I also bought him a kids starter fly rod from Redington last year. He is easing his way into the fly rod. In any event I hope one day my kids will have such great memories of our time fishing. I know I enjoy spending the time with them. Fishing really is the perfect parent / child sport; it really allows for some quality time and conversation. And who doesn't love a picture of a kid with an ear to ear grin and a big fish? The best part is they could care less about the species.

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