Nice glenn. The one that hooked me was when i was around 9 years old. I knew nothing about bass fishing. I went up river with my dad to catch bass from a little boat he'd borrowed one day. We weren't really catching anything as I was used to brim or catfishin. We were just happy to be out there.
Eventually i got the pops to tie on a crankbait cause i thought it looked cool, and I just started chunkin it right out in the middle. After a few casts, i had one on, and it was big. Given the mental image I still have i'd say it was at least 3 pounds, which is huge for a first bass. I'd give anything to see my face in that moment in time. Well given i knew nothing about properly settin a hook or steering a fish in, it came off. My rod fell out of my hands and i just stared where the bass had last jumped. As that spot slowly got closer with the boat drifting down the river towards it (insert surreal silence), i saw the crankbait, floating in two pieces. That beautiful, floating balsa cross section, instilled in me, a potent flavor of revenge so immensly desirable, that I knew from that point forward, it was on like donkey kong.
20 years later. i've crossed so many eyes on that river, i feel like i've managed a decent revenge, but still have that burning desire to catch bass. 8-)