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My dad wasn't a big outdoorsman, but my uncle was. He bought me a rod and reel when I was 7 or 8. Then badgered my dad until he took me fishing. First trip was to campland in mission bay for a weekend. Only thing I caught was an octopus. My parents bought my sister a rod and she caught a 20" halibut. Didn't return to salt water for 8 years. turns out dad gets sea sick. fished lots of lakes all over california. When iwas old enough to go out on 1/2 day boats on my own i was hooked. I started my son fishing when he was 4 or 5, I have a great picture of his first barri on a 1/2 day trip when he was 7. I remember how stoked I was when he caught his first yellowfin all on his own and how happy he was. Fishing with him is and always will be one my great joys in life.
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