Started out with my Dad and a Cousin. Renting row boats from Jim and Billy Bryant on Herrington. My cousin did not have kids of his own, so I was sorta the adopted child for him. He would make a call to my mom in the evening to have me ready by 5:00 in the morning and he would pick me up. Year round which was often hard for a 7 year old. But even at that age I had the bug. Spent most of our time rowing that boat and trolling for white bass with the origional white shysters. That's the only lure other than live minnows, that i can remember having. I never had a tackle box till I was in my teens and buying my own gear. Kept my shysters in a paper lunch sack. If the sack got tore or wet, you just get another. Get low on Shyster's, go to Mr. Wiggs and get a few more. Got into Bass fishing at around 17(1979) and it has now become a "sickness", as my wife puts it. Got grandkids now that can only make it better. Oh yea!! I still have a few white Shysters and a few yellow.



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