For old times' sake heading to Elkhorn North Fork this weekend to camp with my brothers and our kids. Takes us all back to when we went with Dad back in the day.

On the agenda: catch bluegill for limb lines, set lines, fish the long, deep pool we're camping on, run the lines every couple hours all night. If a big cat or gar takes one of those gills come back to camp and make sure one of the kids gets to go get it off the line.

Nothing like seeing a big tree branch swooshing up and down as you approach it by flashlight.

Good times!