Mine goes way back. It was the late 60s and I was 6 years old on a family camping trip at Lake Barkley. Dad and grandma got up at daylight to fish surface baits for bass and they couldn't wake me up for nothing to go out with them. A few hours later they come in with the darnest string of bass and I was really tore up that I didn't get to partake in the fun. So dad tried to console me by tying on
the bait that they used (a Dalton Twist) on my Johnson Century baitcaster and while he was cleaning the morning catch I was slinging it around the docks. After about a dozen casts or so one about 2 lbs blasted it and I still remember that picture dad took with my buzz hair cut, cut-off jean shorts, ratty T-shirt, shoe strings untied on my Keds, and a grin that you couldn't beat off of me holding that bass. I didn't have any trouble getting up subsequent mornings! A few million bass later (and many other species in between) I am definitely hooked for life! I just wish I could get away more often these days.
kc



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