I started as dang near a baby in a 10 foot Jon boat and scuddled that sucker everywhere. Right arm was alot bigger than the left due to all that scuddling, lol. Finally got a Shakespeare tiller trolling motor and was living large.

Would leave at before dark thirty and not come back till dark sometimes and Mom would fuss up a storm as I was basically a child. Sometimes she would send our neighbors out looking for me, Guist is not very big, lol. I would get in trouble because she didn't want that and I wouldn't do it again for awhile but it happened a lot. Dad just grinned at me while she fussed.

If there is a sport better than fishing on this planet I have no idea what it is......