As I look back now I realize the debt I owe to my father for providing me with such a wonderful experience. There is also little doubt that if he had not taken me on the those little outings I would not have the passion for this sport that I enjoy today. We often look back at those bobbing slinging days and think how crude and unsophisticated. I however still love to see those bobbers dance. I take my daughter fishing now and employ basically the same techniques that my father showed me 20 years ago.
Balsa floats instead of the red and white plastic bobbers.
And the list goes on. I can only hope that the spell works on her as it did me. Enough of my ramblings. Here are two nice pieces of angling literature. Have a look around and please drop me a line.