Fishing and camping are some of my favorite things to do. I learned to fish at a very early age. My earliest memories are of our family camping trips with immediate and extended family. We would sometimes take up the whole side of a campground.
My mother, grand-daddy and uncle worked the 2nd shift in the cotton mill, and I waited very impatiently for them to get off work at midnight so we could all take off and begin our yearly weeklong camping trip for the week of July 4th. By the time they all got off work, my grandmother, “Nanny” would have everything packed up and ready to go. They would all come in and grab a bite to eat and then we would hit the road. Of course, my brother and I were supposed to sleep on the way, but we were always too excited. We just wanted to get there.
Fishing and Camping – Fondest Memories
Most of my childhood memories are when we were sitting around a campfire, either telling stories or playing the instruments. One of my favorite stories to hear told were tales of me sleeping in a banana box with a mosquito net over me shortly after I was born. I was born in April and my first real camping trip was in July. So, I guess I can honestly say that I have been doing this all my life. It’s no wonder that camping and fishing is a second nature to me.
All grown up
Now that I am all grown up, I still loved to camp and fish. There is just something about being outside by the water. It is so peaceful with none of the hustle and bustle of everyday life. The sounds of the birds and maybe even crackles in the woods of other animals attempting to snoop out who or whatever is invading their territory. And then you feel that tug on your fishing line and the adrenaline really gets going then.