As a kid I received just the right amount of tutelage and experience to make fishing enjoyable. As the childhood years passed into young adulthood, my interest in catching fish was developed perfectly.
I was not dragged outdoors for the grueling, teeth gnashing trips that have become common place in my life. I was able to fish a handful of times each year, mostly while visiting family in Missouri. My Grandpa was a farmer and held a few ponds. My Granddad was born on a farm and made sure we returned to it every year. Add a small dose of The Lake of the Ozarks every other year, and my fate was sealed.
All it took was a driver's license and some time to kill for the seed to blossom into the wonderful fishing adventures I enjoy every year.
If you enjoy this blog, thank Mom and Dad...but who should be blamed for my looks?