It was tough up here on the high plains to even get to a decent lake. Especially in 1959, when at the age of five, Dad and I went to JB Thomas about 90 miles away. I remember going out that day in my uncle's 12' aluminum Lone Star with a 35 Johnson.
We caught nothing that day so we came in early. Afew minutes later I snagged a 5lber fishin off the back of the boat which was pulled up on the bank. I threw my Zebco down and went screaming up to the cabin. Dad thought I was earhooked or something. The bass was still on the end of my rod when we went back down to the bank.
I still have the old Pico Perch that I used that day - 49 years ago.
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Edited by Grapenut (02/09/08 06:45 AM)
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