Of all our great pastimes, fishing is one that’s very family oriented. Most of us were taught to fish as youngsters by a parent, grandparent, aunt or uncle and it’s the start of many fond memories and close bonds.
I can still vividly remember catching my very first fish. I was in Port Phillip, Victoria, with my dad and brother, when suddenly the handline jumped to life. It was just a little sand flathead but I thought I was connected to the biggest sea monster ever seen.
Having now ticked over into the next half-century of my life, I continue the tradition with my own boys. Most importantly, I have passed on that same deep respect for nature by taking only what we need to feed the family.