Anyone else ever go fishing with a shot gun and or TNT as a kid with their grand-dad?
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i'm sorry, this question is too "chatty"  i will be forced to report you... just kidding ooooh gotcha!!!
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My son and I went fishing one day in a canoe. He was in the front of the canoe and as we came around a bend two deer jumped into the stream right in front of us about 20'. They didn't see us until we were about 10' from them. My son looked like a hood ornament on a car, completely frozen in his seat. The deer went into a panic and tried to scramble up a bank on the opposite side but only succeeded in falling over backwards back into the stream. My son and I both laughed and the deer finally made it up the bank and ran off. All through the rest of the day, no matter where we cast our line, we caught fish. It was a magic day for us.
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Ohh man hahahaha when I was a kid I use to gather up with my friends and play hide and seek all day, and when it was night we use to catch lighting bugs, ohh yeah and I use to collect the Ice cream sticks that had the figure of the "looney tunes" and if you got the one of "bugs bunny" you got a free ice cream... GREAT TIMES
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12 lb black drum.  yes, yes.\n\nMost interesting/fun - was fishing for crappie.  Zebco 33 (the newer, cheaper ones), 10 lb line, #6 hook with 2" minnow.  Big splash behind me and my girlfriend sighs "We'll never catch any crappie with that Muskie working the area."  I was new to fishing and did not know what a "Muskie" was.\n\nI spun around in my seat (we were in a little rowboat) and said "I'll just catch him and get him out of the way.  Cast about 100 ft, right onto the circles (must've hit him in the head) He took the bait, right down to the bottom.  I figured I'd pulled a log off a shelf and got snagged.  He wouldn't move.  I finally got him in (he was only 24") Was the funnest catch ever I think.  \n\nShe had grown up fishing these lakes and never had caught a muskie.  The whole time we dated after that, I called muskie "The fish-per-cast fish."  I think they're actually called the fish of a thousand casts.......!
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My Dad use to take us to hunting camp when we were 6 or 7. After the men got back to camp from the 'real' morning hunt, he'd take me out in the woods and teach me how to act, signs to look for, walking in the woods, etc. Also my Granddad would do the same. I also got to watch the cleaning, etc. For a child, learning the patience hunting sometimes takes is quite a task. \n\nAt the same time, I got shooting and firearm handling and safety lessons, usually at different times on weekends and usually with a .22. By the time I was 10 I was an expert shot on the range and knew all the game laws for my state by heart and was taken on the real hunt. \n\nTook my first deer at 11 with a 30.06. \n\nIf your son has this kind of training and experience behind him and is mature enough to be safe for himself and others, then sure, he's old enough. \n\nIf not, you need to get busy. Write up a quick traing program for him and make him work through it step by step. Nothing fancy needed, just some time and some acomplishments here and there. This can be done year round and he gets to earn it, so it's value to him will be worth a fortune. The time I spent learning to hunt with my Dad, Grandfather and older brothers is something I'll cherish all my life.
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A buddy of mine busted out some homemade rocky mountain oysters (Bull testicles) at the turn.  His dad owns a cattle ranch.  Hows that for strange.
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A grandfather and grandson went on a fishing trip. While they were sitting and waitng for a fish to bite, the grandfather pulled out his pipe and tabaccy, and started to puff. The grandson asked" hey grandpa can i have a puff of your pipe". the grandpa replied" that depends son" on what the kid said" "does the tip of your peter touch the tip of your asshole" the kid laughed why", no it doesn't" the grandpa said then that's your answer. Later that day the granpda pulled out a flask of whiskey, took a big swig. the kid asked " hey grandpa can i have a drink of that whiskey." the grandpa said" well does the tip of your peter touch the tip of your asshole" the kid said "NO, i already told that". the grandpa said then there is your answer. onthe way home from fishing the grandfather stopped at the gas station. the kid asked " hey grandpa can i have a lottery ticket" the grandpa said "why yes sonny you can" the next day they annonced that the kid and his family were winners of the big jackpot. the grandfather called his grandson. "hey theier sonny iheard you won the big jackpot" the kid said "yes grandpa" the grandpa said "well you know i bought you that lotto ticket, so don't you think i desrve something" the kid said that depends" "on what" the grandpa said " on whether or not the tip of your peter touches the tip of your asshole" the grandpa says" well as a matter of fact it does" smartly. the kid replied" well then go fuck yourself"
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Boating or eating with my family.
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Dad used to tell us the story of the Jersey Devil that lives in the pines here in Jersey.  Used to scare the h*** out of me.  Kinda took the fun out of camping.....
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Dad had a 8'x15' walk in gun case.  Naturally, I wasn't allowed to touch much of those until I was older.\n\nAlso, the dumbwaiter and the ironing board that came out of the wall were cool.
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Yes I have, and I don't understand how a guy can gut a fish and a deer but run from a stinky diaper, and I wanted to say I do like that hat.
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Most fishing stories are about one fish - this one is a little bit different...\n\n\nIt happened on July 4th, 2003.  I was out on a pontoon boat on a local lake that I had fished for ages.  Loads of people go out there for a fireworks show at night, but being the avid fisherman I am, I took along a few rods and a couple tackle boxes.  \n\nWhile we were out there, a few of the people I was with started asking me questions about that particular lake.  One other kid who I knew didn't fish at all and didn't know diddly squat about fishing started answering everything.  He's your stereotypical frat boy and no offense to anyone out there, but he was fishing w/ a zebco 33.  Well after a while, I realized that he answered every question w/ "Well the only real lure on this lake is a spinnerbait.  It's the only one that works anyways."\n\nSo I waited until he said it a few more times, and then I said loud enough for everyone to hear me, "You fish with that spinnerbait, and I'll use a plastic worm and we'll see what happens."\n\nThis is where it gets good...\n\nFirst cast, I flipped a black trick worm about 3 feet behind an underwater tree that had reached the surface.  I pulled it a few times kinda jerkin' it, and in the next second, BAM!  I hooked up to a 4 pounder.  In about the next hour, I had landed about 25 pounds worth of bass in 5 fish.  \n\nI've fished plenty of tournaments, and I would have killed to have been in one that day, but as they say, ______ happens.\n\nMeanwhile, spinnerbait boy is over there in the corner w/ no bites at all.  By this time the people have tuned him out when he starts talking, and I'm loving it.  Then he casts and says he had a bite.  "I missed it, I'll get him again."\n\nThree or four more times, the bite is in the same place, and he keeps missing it.  (I'm starting to think it's a log, weeds, rock, etc. but I didn't say anything)  On the next cast, he got to the spot where he had been getting a "bite" and set the hook violently.  He fought and fought and fought and said he had a big one.  "Get the camera, this one is going to be a good one"  <== Exact words.  \n\nWell when the monster surfaced, it was about a 4 ft. stick.  Everyone kept giving him crap about it and eventually he just sat back and shut up.  From that point on, every question from anyone on the boat was directed towards me!
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get him goin into target shooting take him to a trap range and let him use a 20ga. and if you get into it, it really is a family occation my brother, dad and i have been shooting trap for a while now it gets to be a very fun thing my brother is shooting about 30 out of 50 and he is only 14 years old, but if you dont want to get your kid into that just go with i little bit high powered bb gun, dont go with like the daisys you can buy at wal-mart, they are crap and will break easy, get one that you can mount a scope on and get good with, good usually runs about $100 for a BB gun.. \n\nHope this helps
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My dad used to all the time.\n\nWe're in Kentucky.
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i used to go "sailing" with my dad when i was little. actually, we didnt do much sailing as just sitting on a sailboat. my mom didnt allow me to go sailing when i was young so my dad will just take me to his boat and we'll sit on the deck of the boat on the docks and eat and talk.
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Funny you asked...one time, my younger sister and I were on a wave runner chasing this boat full of really cute guys. Granted, I was about 17, and she was 14.Anyways, the boat was making some killer wake and I throttled it and we ended up hitting this HUGE WALL OF WATER and my sister literally FLEW off! I felt really bad, and to this day, she has a dent in her ankle from where she smacked it when she flew off. Hehe.
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I did when deep sea fishing of the coast of Trinidad and Tobago...Also, Mark Sosin has caught one, and some of the tour guides at the florida keys