lakepowellnut
Well-Known Member
My dad put a fishing rod in me and my brothers hands as soon as we could hold one, so honestly, I don’t recall the first fish I caught. What I do remember is we were always fishing or hunting. I have a couple fishing rods and reels, but my first that I remember was a green rod with a Zebco reel. At about 4 or 5, my dad gave me a turquoise green fiberglass whip with a grey reel (it was old) on a trip to Lake Powell. That was 1971 and to this day, that trip started a lifetime of memories.
