Aug 27, 2009

Aged to perfection and cooked to order

I've always considered my college summers as the turning point in my life when I became an avid angler. Fishing the Illinois River backwaters was a great way to kill the summer and from that point on I was hooked. However, during a recent rummage session at the parents' house, I began to realize the seed was planted long ago.

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?


  1. Nobody said you have a face like a yaks arse and an arse like a yaks face clif!!!!!! :)

  2. Maybe not a yak, but definitely a horse.

  3. Hey Clif. Found you on Mel's blog. I've added you to my blogroll and will be following in the future. If you get a chance, stop by and say HI.

    Mark (Shoreman)

  4. I make some good faces.

  5. I'm pretty sure you had no idea what was going on.


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