I've been fishin' since before I can remember. LOL. May have been conceived on one of those hot July nights in 57 while my Dad was waiting on the big one. I love to fish and can fondly remember always going with my Dad even when Mom wouldn't go. Being a tom boy and a later in life child for both of my parents, who only had brothers, HOW else was I suppose to turn out? There was only one other girl in my neighborhood and she couldn't come out side because her Mom was ill. Years later another girl moved in from Ohio but she was in my same position. All brothers and a tom boy! LOL.
Besides playing hard ball with the neighborhood boys and football, my favorite thing was to go hang at the store looking at the minnows and the assortments of bait until I got to actually go fishing again. We had a creek out back but I wasn't allowed in it or around it unless supervised while I was younger. The only thing I ever saw come out of that creek I didn't like were the dang crayfish. My brothers and neighborhood boys would catch them and chase me with them. Still can't stand crabs, crayfish, etc to come at me but can fish with them. LOL.
These days I haven't gotten to go fishing for numerous reasons, but I guess I've allowed life to come first. Taking care of my Mother after her accident, work, and going without your soulmate just gets old. Watching him catch a catfish is pure pleasure for me. He reminds me so of my Father. Dad's been gone for 13 years but I'm still very much aware of all he taught me and the love we had for each other. Well I've rambled on enough. Gotta take a shower, watch a movie and prepare for work tomorrow. I don't watch much TV, but do rent the occasional movie. I can't name over 2 or 3 things I watch on TV from time to time.
Keep on fishin', enjoy it and savor every second! :happ-big: :0a26: :grin-big: