The first time my dad took me fishing I was about eight and we were in a row boat. I caught a nice bass that we ate that night. As a kid, and later in my 30's, I fished now and then, but was pretty restless to keep at it, enjoyed practice bait casting, trying to hit targets and go for distance, and I was okay at that. Eventually, I did more hiking around the water than fishing in it, and some sailing and canoeing. Never tried fly fishing, liked the solidity of casting bait or a lure.