My Dad (departed) started me fishing with a zebco on the Monongahela river, catching catfish, carp and maybe a bass. Eventually, we would fish from a pontoon boat. I then began trout fishing with friends and was the opening day and week after warrior. I always enjoyed streams, though and when my interest was renewed I tried fly fishing.
I took the kids fishing down the river when they were very young. After I started fly fishing, my wife encouraged me to take my son when he was around 8 years old. He eventually started going semi-regularly and attended PAFF Jamborees with me all but last year, I believe.
We haven't been out much at all over the last few years and I miss it. Hopefully we will resume soon; if not, I hope he pays tribute to me after I'm gone like you have to your Dad. So, I pour a shot in my coffee to your Dad, my Dad and all Dad's who share this passion with their children.