This Blog is designed to share memories about my Dad, Charles.  I hope in time that we will be able to create a nice collection of stories to keep his history and spirit going.  If there will some day be a new generation of new little Asao’s, this would be a wonderful place for them to get to know their Grandfather.

I will start things off by telling a story about his favorite activity – fishing.

My Dad loved to fish.  Throughout his life he often hoped for a retirement that would put him at the river almost every day.  He looked forward to being able to head up to Nottawasaga where he’d been going to for many years.  Unfortunately, he was only able to go a couple of times.  With his weakening heart, he did not have the strength required.
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I remember many early mornings fishing at Nottawasaga and Thornbury.  I recall one day up at Nottawasaga back in 1986 we were having a slow day.  Not many bites and not seeing much action.  I have always enjoyed fishing but not to the extent my Dad did, so I was getting bored on this occasion.  We went back up to the car at lunch to have our soup and sandwich.  I tried to talk him into leaving but he wanted to try again.  We headed back down and tried up stream for a while.  Still nothing.  My Dad got a few bites and that encouraged him.  There was a fish in there!!  We couldn’t leave without trying to catch this fish.  After fishing the area a bit he suggested I try there while he moved on.  My Dad never believed in staying in a particular spot for too long.  No action meant to keep moving.  I walked into that spot and on my second cast, I felt a strong bite so I set the hook.  It felt heavy as I began to reel in.  All of the sudden it took off up stream.  With my rod up, and the drag screaming away it finally eased off so I began to reel in.  Many other fisherman had brought their lines in.  I got it within about 20ft and then it took off again.  This time my Dad was getting agitated telling me to stop ‘playing’ with the fish as I would lose it.  This went on a couple more times until I finally almost 15 minutes after the initial bite I got it near shore.  Dad went in and netted the fish to finally end this.  We were all amazed to see a 15lb rainbow trout!!  I had never caught anything that size before (and not since either).  It was indeed a proud day.  With the high prices of having it mounted and the quality of the meat being questionable, we ended up giving to a customer of my Dad’s who analyzed the meat in a lab.  They found the pollution counts to be within acceptable limits and enjoyed my trophy fish.  That’s a day that made staying a little longer all the worth while :).

That’s my fishing story with Dad that I wanted to share.  Please feel free to share in this blog any fishing stories you may have had with my Dad.