Where does that passion for fishing originate? Often, it starts at a young age as we observe a mentor (usually a parent) wanting to share the joys they have experienced from their own adventures. They were more concerned that we younglings enjoy the outing, whether it was catching bullheads or just exploring the outdoors – that was all that was needed to create a spark! The competition between siblings is contagious. They all want Dad to know who caught the most fish. No one complains about getting dirty. You know they have the spark. The kids who have found another path of interest. It’s essential to support them also.

As technology advances, we have more exposure
to outdoor fishing shows displaying their exploits and wonders in that magic box, we call television. As exposure increases, the spark begins to develop into a flame. Outdoor shows are becoming increasingly common, showcasing camping, fishing, hunting, and hiking adventures that take us to the unknown. Children start to develop curiosity and a drive to explore.
Whether it be a hiking trail in a park or a little pond in the city, getting outdoors as a child is an adventure in the great wild.

As kids, we had no choice but to grow up, and some would lose the spark while others hung on to it. Many would continue the adventure to enjoy the outdoors and all that nature has to offer. The distractions of growing up sometimes caused a split in the road, but eventually, we found our way back to what had created the spark, some of us quicker than others.

What helped me find my way back from being a purist and a snob? It was the pure love for the sport we call fishing that a stranger helped me rediscover in myself, as well as the rewards that mentoring brings. It was that smile on a child’s face that brought memories back from my beginnings. It was the newbie who had a never-ending story about his adventure with me that he wanted to share with everybody. Creating that spark in someone else and showing them how to nurture it is rewarding in itself.

When I took my 21-year-old daughter out fishing to catch her first coho salmon, she told me she would be very serious and focused when she hooked one. Well, that didn’t happen! She screamed like the little girl Dad always sees in her. We laughed so hard. As she screamed, I offered guidance. There was no way she wanted my help as she was going to land the salmon on her terms. When she did, I knew that spark that had dimmed while growing up had ignited again. She didn’t care about how dirty or slimy the salmon was. She held it close to her for that trophy shot.

I am happy to have been the catalyst that ignited the spark in others, for all those who have the passion and the love for the sport we call fishing.