Guess I'll bite too.

I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area, California and fished saltwater exclusively. I don't even know where to begin as I still retain many fond memories of my childhood spent fishing with my dad. There are too many stories to tell, so I'll just talk about what I fished for.

Since my dad did not have a boat, we fished for bottomfish, going after rockfish most of the time. While I was young, my dad took me fishing close to home. Access abounded. As I grew up our destinations became farther and farther from home until eventually we made the Medocino area the limit as it was a 3.5hr drive one way. I came to love the rocky coast where the scenery was wonderful and other fishermen seen only on occassion. I don't recall my dad and I ever having consistent success, but all the fish that I did catch, I remember many of them. I even remember some of the fish caught by other fishermen. To this day, there will always be a place in my heart for any rocky shore environment. Pounding surf, salty spray, and smelly hands gave me a sense of being. Although I do not do much surf fishing as I used to, I will surely raise up my children the same way that my dad did, for I feel that growing up around the ocean has molded my love for nature in its many forms.