For me it started way back when I was about 13 yrs old, 1965, it would have been, a friend took me to see the Swale at Topcliffe, a very different place then really, the Bull length below the bridge was day ticket and had Barbel that lived just under some nearside bank willows, the willows had some exposed wooden pilings in front of them from years old bankside maintainance . My friend was wading out a few feet and dropping Luncheon meat in front of the pilings , the Barbel were venturing out, snaffling the meat and beggaring off back into the safety of the Willows.
It was real hit and hold stuff which was electric. I did not have any gear up to the challenge at that age, but it started a lifelong almost obsession.
As an aside , the same day I went walkabout and ventured up to the famous Topcliffe Mill wierpool, owned then by a chap called Allan Smart if my memory serves, he owned the mill building on the far bank , and had the access to the once famous “armchair swim” which was a “perch on the right hand side of the pool next to the mill wall, looking upstream, just big enough to put a fold up chair on.
That day the millpool was where I saw Tag Barnes , he was fishing for Pike, I had read about him and his exploits and recognised him straight away. It was almost like meeting royalty for me , I learned so much in an hour watching him, he took time to explain what he was doing and why . It must have been a bit wearing for him covering everything he was doing to a 13 yr old, but he was the gentleman and did not tire.
He did not catch whilst I was there and I have always wondered if he blanked or not that day.
David