What are some of your favorite outdoor memories

[donttread]

For me they range from my then 4 year old son falling in the water off a beaver damn while brook trout fishing on April first and him not wanting to quit fishing, to secret fishing spots shared only with family, my first buck, times in the field with family and friends to falmly berry picking trips, seeing a cougar where they are not supposed to exist. Fall fishing 2 foot rainbows of my dock, my high peaks hikes and water fall hikes with the grandkids And of course so much more
How about you?

[Captain Obvious]

I was chased down by wild horses once.

I also dragged a hammerhead shark from the surf onto the beach. Not $#@!ting you, I have video of it.

Punks like Steve Irwin can't touch this.

[PolWatch]

Canoeing with husband & son up a creek and finding a beautiful white sand beach. Having a picnic & swimming....many times.
Camping on the beach & pulling a gill net on Dauphin Island, AL. Clean & cooking the fish on the beach.
Camping on the beach at Padre Island, TX in a camper made from a WWII deuce & 1/2 Army truck. Camping in an old Airstream trailer on a deer lease in Uvalde, TX. Getting up early & freezing my buns off in the hills looking for deer.
Skiing in Cloudcroft, NM (busted my rear on the snow but the hot chocolate was really good).
Fishing in the bayou behind my house....watching a school of bass steal a bream off the line & look like they were playing football with it.

[donttread]

Canoeing with husband & son up a creek and finding a beautiful white sand beach. Having a picnic & swimming....many times.
Camping on the beach & pulling a gill net on Dauphin Island, AL. Clean & cooking the fish on the beach.
Camping on the beach at Padre Island, TX in a camper made from a WWII deuce & 1/2 Army truck. Camping in an old Airstream trailer on a deer lease in Uvalde, TX. Getting up early & freezing my buns off in the hills looking for deer.
Skiing in Cloudcroft, NM (busted my rear on the snow but the hot chocolate was really good).
Fishing in the bayou behind my house....watching a school of bass steal a bream off the line & look like they were playing football with it.

The bass stealing the pan fish sounds really cool to have seen

[PolWatch]

The bass stealing the pan fish sounds really cool to have seen

It was....they were actually leaping out of the water with the bream in their mouth and taking it away from each other. I was glad my husband was there....he would have never believed it if he hadn't seen it!

I even had a bass (named Bubba) that would come when I called him. He would follow me up & down the bank (he stayed in the water). I would toss him worms.

[Boris The Animal]

With me, it was the annual trip with the family to St. Regis Falls, NY in the northern Adirondack Mountains. My grandmother was born there so there was still a heavy presence of family there, but for me growing up, my grandparents owned a trailer and some property there in the 1970s until 1978 when they sold it. So every year when my dad went on vacation, there we were loading up the rustbucket station wagon and off we went. A 5 and a half hour trip with a picnic lunch off the Northway (I-81) and drives through Gouverneur, Canton, and Potsdam enroute to the trailer. But the fishing, boat rides, trips to the beach, my aunt Helen and uncle Gerald's farm, many more memories, too numerous to count.

[donttread]

It was....they were actually leaping out of the water with the bream in their mouth and taking it away from each other. I was glad my husband was there....he would have never believed it if he hadn't seen it!

I even had a bass (named Bubba) that would come when I called him. He would follow me up & down the bank (he stayed in the water). I would toss him worms.

I don't know how many times I've quit fishing because the action had died off and thrown the worm in the water only to have a bass or even trout engulf it

[donttread]

With me, it was the annual trip with the family to St. Regis Falls, NY in the northern Adirondack Mountains. My grandmother was born there so there was still a heavy presence of family there, but for me growing up, my grandparents owned a trailer and some property there in the 1970s until 1978 when they sold it. So every year when my dad went on vacation, there we were loading up the rustbucket station wagon and off we went. A 5 and a half hour trip with a picnic lunch off the Northway (I-81) and drives through Gouverneur, Canton, and Potsdam enroute to the trailer. But the fishing, boat rides, trips to the beach, my aunt Helen and uncle Gerald's farm, many more memories, too numerous to count.

Not too far from my stomping grounds, but I've never fished the St. Lawrence much