Brought back LOTS of memories--first fishing with my dad, then my granddad. I fished with our two boys, and then when my dad retired, he had more time, SO he took my boys fishing. NOW, I get to take my grandsons fishing. Truly a blessing. Met the youngest grandson up in CO last summer--he caught his first fish! You talk about excited--he literally wet his pants! I kept telling him he needed to go into the trees and "relieve" himself, but he was having too much fun, or thought he might miss "the big one that got away." I guess. By the time he reeled that nice (almost) 12" German brown in and landed it, it was too late for decorum! And, it was tasty that night for supper--grilled along with three others we caught later. Hmmm. Making me hungry.
