On the opposite end of the line, the story usually goes something like this, "Hello, you don't know me, but I was wondering if you can help me. I'm looking for a guide to take me and my kid(s) out on a fishing trip. For the last couple of years, I've promised 'em that we'd go fishing in the Adirondacks, and now they're almost too old. I know you're probably pretty busy right now but...we can come up almost anytime you're available....and school starts in about a week....uum, is there any possibility you could squeeze us in....please?"
I often feel a twinge of sadness as I explain I am already booked solid through the end of September, and that it's likely most of the other guides are booked as well.
As always, I tell them I'm sorry and offer my suggestions and regrets. Often, the panic in their voice is palpable, because Little Johnny is now almost 16 years old and he'd much rather chase girls than fish for speckled trout with his Dad.
There are few activities that parents and children can share that provide for such lasting memories as a family fishing adventure. Although studies consistently rank childhood memories of camping trips as the single most indelible childhood experience, memories of catching that first fish usually rank close behind.
Most anglers that I know, can easily recite the tale of their first catch, often in startling detail, as if it had occurred yesterday.
I often explain to guests that the quality of their catch should not be gauged by the size of the fish, but rather, by the length of its tale. I can recall more than a few instances where a father has actually jumped into the water with a net, to assure that his kid's first fish was landed.