Dad's bag lunch

Dad would tell me the night or two before beautiful ocean conditions or a hot bite on one of the rivers in Mendocino County or expected rain making for a good deer or pig hunt.
I always was ready to go at the drop of a hat, and he would throw some salami cheese and a loaf of sourdough bread for a day run. That was all it took and we were on the trip the next morning.
What was your dad's meal plan they kept you interested in Hunting Fishing and Outdoors

I can't remember the lunch but Salami was the first bait I ever used in a canal in Tamarac Florida in the late 70s.
First fish I ever caught. A Catfish on Salami.

My Dad made liverwurst sandwiches with big chunks of butter and brought vanilla wafer cookies. I never had the heart to tell him I didn't like liverwurst. Now I bring vanilla wafers when I take my sons fishing.

I never had a dad, obviously there was one he was married.... just not to my mom... so I guess there both real pieces of work!
It was my grandpa, in Florence Oregon for 3 months in the summer. First time there he said we were stopping to grab our lunch on the way to the south jetty to crab. Hit the grocery store, we weren’t allowed to look in the bag. At lunch we were exited to eat till he whipped out a loaf of bread and a package of hotdogs (generic) !! WTF, ketchup and mustard packets from the glove box. We got hosed big time! Second trip after complaining to grandma we got a lighter, some kindling, and a homemade fire starter (egg carton piece, sawdust, wax) and a pocket knife to whittle some roasting sticks. Grandpa was impressed until we ratted our grandma for helping.
 Now it’s MRE’s with the father in law during hunting season, can’t wait to share them two with my grandson, hotdog roast and crabbing, MRE’s and killing deer!

Actually you got it, salami, cheese and sour dough,,,,,,,,,still tastes as good as ever.

Thanks for the reminder.

During the spring and early fall, my dad would often get off work a few hours early and would pick me (and whichever friends I invited along) up at school. My friends and I would toss our backpacks in the back seat and start fiddling with the rods and tackle boxes that were packed in the bed. We'd swing by and pick up my grandpa who lived just down the road from the school. Usually we were headed to Hennessy, Berryessa, or one of the half dozen local farm ponds that we had access to at that time. On the way, we'd stop at the same little deli and grab sandwiches, chips, drinks, and usually something sweet for dessert. So many lakeside, sunset sandwich dinners eaten on the tailgate growing up.

Depends. If it were going to be a hunt dad would feed us real good usually bacon eggs and pancakes or if it was real early and we were headed from home to the high sierras we would just grab a muffin and jerky for the hike. With fishing I remember 2 things from when I was young. Sunflower seeds and fritos chili flavored. LOL junk food but it made the experience more fun. Now nostalgic foods for me. He would always have a backwoods cigar for after the hunt or while fishing.

My dad liked to make oatmeal for breakfast on those 5am fishing days.
I was 9 or 10. He'd always ask me if wanted some banana on it and I'd always say no because (to me) it would just get in the way of the brown sugar!
I still can't cut up a banana without thinking of watching him do it in the kitchen on those dark and chilly mornings .

I can't really recall lunches except for maybe PBnJ sandwiches, but Dad always had his old Coleman thermos full of coffee and some high end tobacco in his pipe, neither of which appealed to 10-year-old me.
If we stopped off at the liquor store on the way home for some Lucky 50 or Olympia (or Hamms- how's that for showing my age) he'd buy me a hershey bar or a 3 musketeers for a quarter!

Good times, even if we didn't catch anything.

My dad liked to make oatmeal for breakfast on those 5am fishing days.
I was 9 or 10. He'd always ask me if wanted some banana on it and I'd always say no because (to me) it would just get in the way of the brown sugar!
I still can't cut up a banana without thinking of watching him do it in the kitchen on those dark and chilly mornings .

I can't really recall lunches except for maybe PBnJ sandwiches, but Dad always had his old Coleman thermos full of coffee and some high end tobacco in his pipe, neither of which appealed to 10-year-old me.
If we stopped off at the liquor store on the way home for some Lucky 50 or Olympia (or Hamms- how's that for showing my age) he'd buy me a hershey bar or a 3 musketeers for a quarter!

Good times, even if we didn't catch anything.

$0.25 candy bars! Full size too...... I miss them days! (That’s dating your age!)

Dry bologna and cheese sandwiches (I'd add chips to 'em when we had 'em) for lunch and cans of Dinty Moore stew for dinner.  I actually started liking dry sandwiches more.  A stick of salami wasn't out of the question, either.

Any time I see a package of Oscar Meyer bologna I think of buck hunting.

My dad never had to make a special lunch to make me wannago fishing. I always wanted to go.  The brown bag lunch for my brothers and me was baloney sandwiches  My mom woyld make something nicer for my dad and throw in a Miller High Life.
I can remember once my dad and grandpa wanted to go fishing alone snd were whispering back and forth and I said " Can I go?!" He said I could go if I woke  up and was ready before they left, thinking I would never be.  I slept on the floor in the doorway to my bedroom and got to spend a day fishing with my dad and my grandpa without my brothers.

My father never cooked anything except an occasional BBQ so it was up to my mom to get up early and fix us breakfast and lunch. Breakfast was almost always bacon, eggs, and toast. Lunch was baloney, or tuna sandwich, celery or carrot sticks, and some type of fruit. Most of the time we went on charter boats around the SF Bay Area.

I'm about 7 years old when these pictures were taken, not sure of the location, and that might be my first rockfish. 

My dad was too busy being the mechanic, cook, gardener, and handyman of the house while working two jobs as a cook to pay the bills.  He didn't have time to be an outdoorsman but he did pack us lunch for school.  When we were younger, he packed us sandwiches that I used to trade my classmate LOL - his mom would make him roast beef sandwiches and my dad would make turkey. In Junior High, my dad started packing us food that he cooked like fried rice, adobo, longanisa, spam, eggs, the easy stuff.  And we always ate good on our road trips.  We used to bust out the rice cooker and tupperware full of food at rest stops and have feasts! 

Now that I'm a big kid and have to pack my own food, I pack beer.....maybe water, a sandwich, and apples 

Canned albacore, a jar of mayo and wonder white bread on a river bank is a classic. Down in Baja it’s sliced bologna with mustard on Bimbo bread, perfecto.

Leftover KFC in a ziplock bag.