I started fishing at grandparents lake cottage at (yup) Coon Lake out side St. Paul. Place still had an ice box, as in the truck pulls up, the guy hops out with his tongs, he grabs a ginormous block of clear ice and drags in to the back porch and shoves it on the open upper shelf.
Catching what where called Bull heads up there, the big catch of the day was mine- 13inches. Fished all through Elem- HS, used to ride bikes to lake accotink or Cameron Run in NoVa.
Fished lakes and streams in the lovely Shenandoah while in school, then moved back to the beach, we'd crab, cast net, flounder fish for some lunkers that could get to the size of a trashcan lid.
Got my first taste of Offshore in '92.
We caught our limit of Tuna and some serious bull dolphins (mahi).
Been pretty much blue water fishing ever since. Was going about 1-2 a month there for about a decade, then the guy we went with got in trouble with the wife, moved, got divorced etc., and the whole thing fell apart.
I think my personal favorite is actually coastal fishing for Rock. Man-o-man, when they turn on it's the most fun you can have with your pants on. Taken both kids a number of times, my daughter caught her first tuna at about age 7. Son went more often, we've got pics of him with dolphin taller than he was. He and I also caught barracuda and wahoo that cut in steaks were as big around as a dinner plate or bigger while in Aruba. 150 yds off shore. Good stuff.
good times, good times. Some scary as all hell and rough times too, but that just sweetens the memories. Tom still hasn't lived down one epic trip and he was the Navy Sub driver!