In The Beginning

Block of wood, cutting tools, and my grandfather’s old lathe. Block of wood already in place, spinning on the lathe. Chisel out the wood, fine-tune to size desired.

I stand there in awe of my older cousin’s creation. “What is it?” I ask. He hits me in the arm and says “It’s a fish-club, dummy!” “What’s it for?”  I ask. He replies with one word – “Sheepshead” and another punch to my arm.

I was about eight years old and had no idea what a fish-club was or what a sheepshead was. But that is my first memory of fishing.

My uncle had a boat and would take my cousins fishing on Lake Erie all the time. When I got old enough, I of course wanted to be cool like my cousins and go fishing on the boat too. I only went a few times but soon found out what the “fish-club” was for. I still don’t really know what a sheepshead is but saw plenty of them get caught by my cousins and then bonked on the head with the club.

I’m not really sure how I felt at the time, but I must have felt something because those memories stick in my head to this day. I don’t think I ever did any clubbing, but that was my first experience as a fisherman.

Big Fish for Randy

Randy's Big Fish


Fast forward about 15 years, through the boy scouts and more camping and canoeing and a move to North Carolina…but not much fishing. A guy I worked with invited me out to his place to fish a nearby pond. I didn’t even have a pole or a tackle box or a single hook to my name. But, sitting near the water with a cooler full of beer and a floating bobber sounded like a nice relaxing way to spend an evening after work, so I went out and purchased a spinning setup.


I was sold – hook, line, and sinker. I went out and bought more lures and tackle than I could ever use, and another friend, Randy, bought a bass boat. It was a blast hitting different lakes in the area, entering a bass tournament or two and traveling out of state for a change of scenery. I wasn’t the best bass fisherman, but I was having a great time.

Then I had the opportunity to move to Denver, Colorado – the place I had wanted to live since I was 14 years old. That began the third phase of my fishing life – fly fishing.

I still pick up the spinning equipment now and again, but fly fishing has been my passion for almost eight years now. I could launch into a diatribe about how majestic and peaceful and calming and challenging and exciting fly fishing is, but if you’re reading this, you probably know that already. So the only thing to do now is finish my first blog post. Thanks for stopping by!


Jenny Lake Fly Fishing Colorado


9 thoughts on “In The Beginning

  1. Great job Jon. Looking forward to more fish tales. It’s a good thing you switched to fly fishing cause Randy and I would have to throw you overboard with your floating bobber setup. Just kidding. Now its up to you to create great memories for Brennon.

  2. You did such an amazing job on this – and this is only your first post! Can’t wait to see what else you have in store for us… Impressive work configuring the blog interface as well!

  3. Jon… Awesome blog, the furture’s bright better put them sun glasses on…. Never heard of a sheepshead before, sheltered life I guess…

  4. Jon, I finally got around to reading your blog. Nice go at it guy. Like your approach to fishing and life. Keep it simple and not to serious. The stuff about your fly tying actually makes me laugh at myself. Been there and done that one. I have been tying for several years and I still don’t think they are great. But if they catch fish who cares. We shall have to share ideas on the water some day. Keep flinging the fly.

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