Besides my faith, my loving family, and writing, fishing has been a great passion in my life. I’m not sure where this love came from – no one I’ve known in my family fishes, although I am told my mother’s father had several brothers who left Flemington, New Jersey for Montana many years ago, quite possibly to fly fish the great Montana rivers. If that was the case, I can’t blame them for never returning. Maybe, it was with them that this fire began.
I learned fishing on my own as a youngster. As a child I spent a lot of time at a nearby creek catching minnows, crayfish, salamanders, and frogs. I progressed from there, first with bait and bobber, then spinfishing with lures, and finally, about 10 years ago, I was introduced to fly fishing, courtesy of my brother-in-law. Since then I fish almost exclusively with the fly.
I have many people to thank for fostering my love for fishing and for allowing me to pursue this great sport. My parents always supported me – driving me all over creation when I was young – to ponds, rivers and lakes – just so I could fish. They bought me gear too; rods, reels, nets, and tackle boxes. My dad always took me along on business outings to fish on charter boats out of Brielle, Belmar, and Point Pleasant, New Jersey.
There were others outside the family who helped me become the fisherman I am today; a deliveryman who would drop off dry cleaning and take time to talk fishing with me, and Earl Pruden, known to many as The Old Fisherman of Dover, NJ, who wrote letters, sent me fishing articles, and took me fishing for carp, long before it became popular.
Finally, I cannot go on without thanking my immediate family – my wife of over 25 years who has always allowed me the time, and my kids, who have always asked “how’d you do Dad?” whenever I’ve returned from an outing. Though none of my children are smitten with fishing like I am, my son Chris has been a great companion on many trips out of Barnegat Light, NJ, for fluke, blues, and striped bass.