What is the first fishing trip that your really remember? I used to spend summers at Cedar Bluff and fished all the time with no real luck from the bank. Most of my family skied and didnt like to fish. We always camped with the same group of families and one of them took me under his wing. His name was Mr. Welty, but I called him Mr. Welby like the tv doc at the time. He was one of my parents friend's dads and he was the kindly grandfather type. Mr. Welty had a john boat and I had never ridden in such a small boat. That thing took off and I held on for dear life. I was used to ski boats and had never seen one nearly go vertical on launch. We ended up in a cove and he handed me a Colorado spoon. I dropped it over the side and began jigging it. Soon my rod pointed straight down and Mr. Welty told me to real. It was a bass, now I am not sure how big it was, but he and everyone at camp was impressed. It grew late so we headed back. I asked if we could troll and Mr. Welty said yes, but not to expect much. I Tied on a some lure that had been given to me and tossed it out. We hadnt gone far when the pole once again bent. I reeled in a very nice walleye. Mr. Welty asked if I had another lure. I told him I had two and the other was yellow with red tiger stripes. Mine was black with white stripes. I caught a second walleye and unfortunately Mr. Welty caught none. That was my first really successful trip and I will always cherish it. I never saw Mr. Welty again, but he inspired a love of fishing in me that burns still. I was told that his health failed and he no longer could fish or camp. I just hope he knew how much I appreciated his kindness and that trip.