Steve Townson When I was about three, I was taken down to the local river and I can remember, even back then, that I was just mesmerized by fish and anything aquatic. I couldn't even go past a puddle without looking into it. My Mum bought me a kiddies setup with a little rod and reel and she'd take me to a local stream near our house in UK and I'd catch gudgeon and minnows. As I got older I stepped it up a gear, and in the same stream and within easy cycling distance from home, I'd spend hours and hours on my own, even in thick snow and frost, just so I could catch me a few fish. I would catch roach and chub and even baby pike. Then when I was 10, my folks moved to Portugal and I was put into boarding school. It broke my heart as I'd never see my little backyard stream ever again. However, I soon discovered that there were carp and black bass in a local dam not far from my new home. I used to bug Mum and Dad over and over again to take me fishing. The older I got the more adventurous I became and as soon as I was old enough to get a moped, I'd go off for days at a time with a rucksack and telescopic rod and catch loads of small black bass to my heart's content. I sort of gave up fishing for a while after I had got married and started a family as I suppose all my efforts were put into them. I went shark fishing a few times a year, but to be honest, that soon became too boring.