We invited Daily Telegram readers to share stories and photos of the first time they went fishing. Here are the stories you sent.
Sonja Yeutter Colcun, Jerome:
My uncles, Kenneth “Tubby” and Lysle Yeutter, had allowed my 4-year-old sister and 5-year-old self to accompany them in the rowboat during one of their fishing trips at Wamplers Lake during the early ’50s. My uncles not only loved fishing but were very tolerant of small children — to a point. The rules, besides not talking, included no complaining about the hot sun, no wanting to immediately return to the dock for bathroom breaks, no whipping about of the cane poles, no whining about being hungry. We were expected to be able to bait our own hooks with worms, although if a fish swallowed the hook, we were assisted in removing it.