You never forget your first catch, from small fry to largemouth bass

You never forget the first fish you catch. For me, it came almost 30 years ago on a small lake in backwoods Mio, Michigan. It was a yellow perch, maybe 6 inches long. But it was one of the best moments of my young life, and it set me on a course of lifelong adventure that continues to this day.

The firsts kept coming. My first big fish was a carp I caught with my Uncle Mike in the Detroit River. My first good big fish was a largemouth bass I caught off a dock using a Rebel Crayfish. Then came my first saltwater fish. My first fish on a fly rod. My first Chinook salmon. That’s one of the great things about fishing — no matter how many fish you catch, you never run out of firsts!

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