When My Dad took me out on my first fishing trip at the age of five, we went fishing in a local disused granite stone quarry that had been flooded and stocked with tench, rud and carp.
After a few mins I fell in, my Dad quickly jumped in and pulled me out onto the shore; when I came around, I said -
"Don’t tell mum she will never let us go fishing again".
LOL! That is not bad thinking for a five year old kid!! I guess fishing was important to me at even a young age!!
