A Stroll.... Part 1

A Stroll.... Part 1

Andy Dear | Sunday, 24 May 2020

" I am convinced that the essence of fishing is drawn from memory. I've thought about this a great deal. Why does this sport...if that's what it is, never get old like we do. Why do we still get excited about it, when so many other things in our lives have become predictable. I think it's because we remember when we fish. Not stories necessarily, but feelings, thrills that reside in our emotional memory bank. When we come out here we push certain buttons and the years begin falling away like coppery autumn leaves on the surface of the water, and we are children all over again for a little while. "
---Flip Pallot

  It's no exaggeration to say that most of my fondest memories growing up are centered around fishing. I've often joked that if it weren't for fishing, the direction and trajectory of my life may very well have been altered in a way that would have yielded a much less desirable and productive outcome. Although I am not sure how much of that statement is actually a joke. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to have parents who both had a great love and appreciation for the outdoors. Unfortunately, what we didn't have were the financial means to own a nice boat or a lakehouse that allowed me to participate in the sport free from the worry of figuring out how to gain access to productive water where you could actually catch something.

  Early on, I think my parents sensed how much I enjoyed being in the outdoors, so they made every attempt to figure out a way to facilitate access to places where I could immerse myself in hunting and fishing related activities. My Dad, because of his job had developed a network of friends and colleagues, many of whom had parcels of land that had farm ponds, or in some cases small to medium size lakes that were unpressured, and more often than not FULL of fish. It was at many of these rural locations where I spent the majority of my youth probing the depths for Largemouth Bass, and developing the angling skills that would serve me in multiple capacities for the rest of my life.

  Recently I ran across some pictures in my archives of several of the places my dad and I used to frequent when I was young. The photos got me to thinking about how important those experiences were in shaping my life and career. And, how if it weren't for the generosity of those individuals that the path of my life may never have led me to where I am today. Although many of them have passed away, and the land has been sold off, and in many cases developed into neighborhoods or shopping complexes, I thought it might be fun to use the Sexyloops Front Page platform not only to relive some of the experiences of my youth but also to pay homage to the folks who gave us carte blanch access to their land and water, more often than not, at no expense to us other than maybe a fifth of Early Times around Christmas, to use as if it were our own.

  So, over the next few weeks I'd like to share with you, what to me are very valuable memories of places that molded me into whatever it is that I am today. Where resources permit, I'll even try to include some pictures. Perhaps as Flip said, we really can "push certain buttons and the years begin falling away like coppery autumn leaves on the surface of the water, and we are children all over again for a little while. "

Hope you all have a great week,