Who taught you to fish ?

[pieterkriel]

What happened to the Canadian fiance?

this thread is not about that man

[Lardbeast]

One's Pater taught one the gentle art of worm drowning as well as diving which led to a bit of spearfishing.

Still trying to figure out the fly thing...

[Gerrit Viljoen]

this thread is not about that man

Sorry Pk,

It was like mixing oil and water.Some things just don't mix.

Lovely girl,lovely family,went and had a little holiday on Montreal.Awsome country and very well rigged for life.

To many differences culture wise."Sy het nie die taal gepraat."

Sorry for ruining the thread.

Case closed.

[Pheasant Tail Nymph]

My story begins when I was about six or seven years old. My dad did some leatherwork to earn extra money, and so we set out to the Jacaranda Show somewhere in Joburg. My dad would sell his leather goods at a stall at this show and my brothers and I accompanied him.

At this show I met some kind guys from a flyshop who allowed me to tie my first fly. To this day I don't know who they were, but this is that first fly:

At this Jacaranda Show I also made my first flycast. One of the other stalls represented a flyfishing resort, and they would have these accuracy and distance-casting competitions each day. The prize was a weekend at the resort.

About five years later, we moved to a farm where my dad would run a missions training school for the church he was working for. One of the students there was a young flyfisherman named Ruan. I cannot remember his surname, but I asked him if he would teach me to tie flies. I promised me that if I could get a vice, he would teach me.

The night finally came, and with a borrowed vice I was taught how to tie a whoolly bugger. It was ugly, but it was there.

Ruan also gave me my first flyrod. This is the rod he gave me:

From there I was mostly self taught.

The end.

I would like to take the opportunity to thank those involved in getting me into flyfishing, just in case one of them reads this. The folks from the flyshop, Mr. Andrew Soutar, who borrowed me his vice, and of course Ruan

[Deneys]

Pheasant Tail Nymph nice!!!!!


Oh well its Saturday and me and the wif have been summoned to do some shopping (antie and mother *** bless them) so Ill make it short was pap adventures in those dayzz and saw this dude and his dudess throwing this silly looking line in the air (Damn loop da loop) and we thought shame and a laugh that followed. after seeing him catch fish after fish and this was during my first beer all changed after that.

Some ppl say its not the fish but the fishing. I say its all about the fish

[Elizevh]

My dad has dabbeled just about every kind of fishing there is. He introduced fishing to all 4 of his kids. (3 girls,1 boy)
So fishing has been part of all of our lives form a young age.
I remember my brother, my best friend and I (about 8-9 years) begging my dad if we walk to a little pond 2-3 blocks away in Erika rd, to go fishing... Old man says yes, We packed our sarmies, rods and 'coffee grinders' and set off. We were all excited, babbeling on about the big fish we'r gonna catch.
We spent the whole afternoon out there, and all we caught was a brown 'bobby sock' .
That is till this day the most memorable and cherished fishing trips I'v had, (although not the most sucessfull)

Later my dad recieved 2 blank fly rods from a friend, and he built them up, and took to fly fishing. My first intro to fly fishing was at about 14-15yrs/o.
My dad showed me the the ropes, and then set off to go fish some more.
I loved it!!!... The idea of fooling a fish with realistic looking flys, and casting technique... It's more of a challenge, you'r on par with the fish.

I caught my first trout (rainbow) that day, I also caught the worst sunburn I'v eva had, on the back of my legs... couldnt sit 4 a week. But that was when the bug first bit me.
We went out fly fishing a couple times after that, but it seemed to have come to a stand still after school.

Then i became a member of the Game rangers Association and thought i'd help out with the Fly fishing fund raiser, and I stumbeled upon this site... and i'v never been more addicted than I am now.
I'm still very much a newby, but between the Forum and advice from friends it only gets better...

[Herman Jooste]

My father and brothers taught me how to bautfish when I was about 5. I was fortunate to have family who were farmers and spent every school holiday on one farm or the other, fishing and wing shooting. Fishing took prefernce though
About 2 years ago we went to Doornkop Game & Fish Reserve near Machadadorp. They have about 6 dams with trout and ss yellows. I watched 2 guys throwing the long rod one afternoon, and thought, hey this could be fun. Hired a rod the next day and thrashed the water frothy, caught nothing but was "hooked".
2 months later I bought a Stealth Start #6 rig, went to Mark Yelland for casting lessons and the rest is history. I have probably only missed 2 or 3 weekends in the past 18 months, winter included. I'm actually too scared to tally up what I have spent on my "passion" so far.

[Gael]

Self taught bait fish, then self taught artlure and progressed to teaching myself fly fishing. I think it was the trout articles in the Hengel by the late Jake Blackman that stirred my interest in fly fishing

[Gerhard]

I was born on the Eastern Transvaal High-veld.

My dad has been fly fishing for trout since the early 1970's.

I started out by catching trout by using a Abumatic and a Mrs Simpson tied to the line and a couple of buck shot on the line to give me weight to cast.

We moved to Dullstroom when I was three and I really can not remember when I caught my 1st Trout. What I can still remember is my dad casting the fly and allowing me to retrieve the fly.

And thats how I caught my first trout on a fly rod. I think I was 7 years old. By the age of 9 he taught me how to cast a fly line.

We then moved to Pretoria in the late 1980's and the fly fishing was maybe done once or twice a year.

Now I am in Dubai and I cant wait to get my 1st salt water fish on the fly.

Gerhard

[Wade]

All of the above