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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Duckslayer100" data-source="post: 97163" data-attributes="member: 1485">Fishing was my gateway drug to the outdoors, and dad definitely was my dealer. I used to spend hours on Saturday mornings watching In-Fisherman, Midwest Outdoors and the like. Dad never was much into hunting at the time, so it was fishing that consumed me. He'd strap his 70s olive-green fiberglass canoe to the top of the Baby-Blue Horizon, and we'd dig some worms from the garden and hit whatever lake tickled his fancy. It was strictly panfishing in those days, but we did make it to the BWCA a few times when I was in my early teens. Never got into the walleyes like he talked about in the good old days, but I made more memories than most kids at the time who were glued to their Nintendos and Play Stations. When I was older, it reciprocated a bit and I got dad back into hunting. It started with some more serious ruffed grouse treks in the north woods where he grew up, but then he got into deer hunting again and I even took him on a few duck and pheasant hunts. Now I have a son of my own. And this winter at 2.5 he got to experience his first hardwater season. This weekend, lord willing, he'll get to ride in the boat and catch a mess of bluegills and crappies. I just hope he winds up loving it as much as I did...and do.</blockquote>