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Fishing Stories

Don't miss out on our best articles on fishing world and everything connected to it.

Fishing Stories

Don't miss out on our best articles on fishing world and everything connected to it.

Angler’s of Honor - Through the eyes of Al Noraker

The van from Craig Hospital arrived as I waited to meet my new fishing partner for the day. My life was about to change forever! Last off the bus was a young man, just 19 years old. It would be the first time he had left the hospital after his life altering injury. It was clear he didn’t want to be there and had only agreed to attend this event at the strong request of his father and brother. Inside he wasn’t ready. Just barely out of high school, he had lost the use of both legs for the rest...


Angler’s of Honor - Through the eyes of Al Noraker

Our veterans certainly deserve our respect and appreciation for all they’ve done in providing freedom to all Americans. But until you see firsthand the effects that their service has had on their daily lives, you simply cannot appreciate the extent of the impact. This is just one of my stories… During a recent event where I had the privilege of taking a group of anglers fishing in Colorado, I witnessed just how hard it can be. I was fishing with a veteran of the Vietnam war. Even though he has been home for over 50 years, he still suffers from...


Father’s Day and the Kids!

Father’s Day is fast approaching and there is no better time than on that special day to spend it on the water with your dad! The Early Days For me, Father’s Day was always a day to spend with my girls, Ashley, Brittany and Lauren. Fishing was always a special time, and we always had a laugh or two. You see, my passion was fishing, but my girl’s passions were dolls, going to the movies and swimming in the ocean. It did not matter though as just spending the day with them was a joy, and provided memories of a...


Fishing for Life Lessons

One of the earliest memories I have of me spending quality time with my father is one day when he took me fishing  under a bridge in the Intracoastal waterways. Specifically, it was the Banana River and it was the Highway 528 bridge. The gear was primitive. When I say primitive I mean a yo-yo style hand real with 30 or 50 pound line, a one ounce sinker and a hook. And, I remember my father taking the time to teach me how to spin that line and toss it out into the water. I remember that I could see...


Catching the Fishing Fever….again!

December 25th, 1993. I ran downstairs to our Christmas tree as fast as I possibly could. Waiting there for me was a perfectly wrapped dose of nostalgia. That Christmas, my father unknowingly gave me a passion that I wouldn’t even understand until he passed. That Santa Claus wrapping paper finished off with a magnificent bow in the shape I could only describe at the time as “man that’s long!”. The spotlight of the year at the time. Why? Well because of the NASCAR red and design on my very own fishing pole. Yeah boy! I was one NASCAR racing loving...