Did some lake fishing as a kid in the midwest and so on, but have almost exclusively been fly fishing for the last twenty years or so. Trips to Montana, Michigan's UP, but mostly in NC as of late... Countless fishing trips with my dad since my childhood.
It's funny how the whole thing started - I was sick one day from school, and rather than sit around, tried to tinker on something in the garage. Slipped off a stool, and fell on an open tool box drawer. Had to get stitches, and they gave me an anti-biotic at the same time which.. apparently I was quite allergic to. Ended up puking for hours. I was probably 10 or 11 years old at the time?
So like all suburban parents, my old man took me to the local k-mart as a pick-me-up, and offered to buy me a fly rod. We had a small pond near our house, and a friend of mine (who had a fly fisherman father) had been using it there to catch bluegill and so on. Looked like fun, so I wanted to give it a shot.
So we get this basic fly rod kit from K-Mart, and my dad recalled that he also had a fly rod from his youth that he fished lakes with in Ohio. So he also came out to the local pond to give it a shot, and all was good. It was fun. Well apparently he enjoyed it so much that he began to look into fly fishing a little more, and realized that we lived in a great area for it; Western NC has some of the best brook trout fishing in the country. So dad took his two sons fishing, and the rest is history.
It stuck, and we've been fly fishing quite frequently ever since. God knows how many hundreds of miles of streams I've walked at this point with him... and all because of those stitches. In that respect, it's probably the best injury I've ever had.
He's hiding in there toward the bottom.