...a re-hash of one of my posts a year or so back...
In Northern Canada at age 8 or so (when old enough to trek the 2 miles over bush roads to go fishing off the float plane dock of the local air service) having to haul up my lines and step away whenever a flight arrived or departed. Beavers, Norsemen, Wacos and numerous 2-place 'littlelys'. Occasionally, if the wind was wrong or the skipper stuffed up his taxi, being thrown a rope from the floats to assist with the docking - really made me a necessary part of the crew (or so I thought). I drooled at the activity and would have swapped my biggest, most prized catch of that whole summer for an offer of a flip. Alas, it was another three years (a 1/2 hr sight-seeing sortie as a birthday present) before I got airborne. Relying on a distant memory of half doors on a tandem float plane, I believe it must have been a J-3 Cub. Some +60 years later I re-newed/re-lived that flight by acquiring my own 2-seater, tandem hi-wing (unfortunately, not on floats). So... at age 8 I subconciously broached the subject - fishing or flying? I haven't been fishing for decades but, even though it took over a half-a-century, flying ultimately won out big time. cheers all.