So, how did the rest of you guys get hooked on fishing?

My story - When I was a kid my folks used to take the family to Western MN for weekend fishing trips all summer long. Dad had a 12 foot aluminum with a 20 horse Merc (lol). As soon as we'd arrive on Friday night I'd grab my rod and run down to this small cement damn and pull up bullheads one after another. 20 seconds would be a long wait so the action was non-stop.

My dad loved to take naps so we'd only make two trips per day out in his boat and we'd troll for Northerns and on occasion we'd accidentally hook up with a Walleye. After a few hours we'd come back, he'd go into the trailer and sleep and I'd run back to the dam (dam was by the campground) and start pulling up bullheads one after another again until dad would wake up and we'd head back out on the lake.

Good times. Dad is gone but I sure appreciate what he did to get me outside enjoying the outdoors. He never had to beg me to go but I was always anxious to go on a fishing trip - leaving any time day or night didn't matter I just loved to go. This was from the late 1960's through the early 1980's. Then we didn't go quite so much and I started taking off myself, joined BASS et all. Dad had taught me enough that the first chance I got, I could move forward with the 'hobby' independent of his waning interest / ability.

How 'bout you ?