Went fishing with my father when I was about 3,he died a few years later of cancer when I was about 5. Unable to ever take me out again. when I was 7 I went again with a group from our church. Brought back a fond memory and nostalgic feeling for me. every time I fish I feel a bit closer to my father and helps me to remember him a bit more. Aside from sentimental reasons I simply love the sport,not to mention who doesn't love a good fish fry??