Opinion

Childhood memories of fishing with my father

Karen Hardy
By Karen Hardy
July 22 2022 - 7:30pm
Fishing meant bonding time. Picture: Shutterstock

I used to love going fishing with my dad. Not that it was a common thing. We were land-locked growing up in Orange, high in The Central Tablelands of NSW. Sure there were fishing spots nearby. Apparently you could catch fish in Lake Canobolas; dad's sister and her family had a van at Lake Burrendong not far up the road; but our weekends were full of football and hockey and horse-racing and hanging out with friends. Fishing wasn't a great priority.

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Karen Hardy

Karen Hardy

Canberra Times lifestyle reporter

I've covered a few things here at The Canberra Times over the years, from sport to education. But now I get to write about the fun stuff - where to eat, what to do, places to go, people to see. Let me know about your favourite things. Email: karen.hardy@canberratimes.com.au

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