I lived on a farm in southern Illinois. My dad was a dentist but he had a large farm and raised cattle when I was young. He also had two D7 caterpillars we had four ponds on our farm we did not let the cattle in the ponds but used them to fill water tanks. This became my job to fill all the water tanks about every other day. I would take a cane pole and fish while I was letting the tanks fill. One of the ponds was right behind our house and dad would let almost anyone fish this pond. We had gentlemen who fished the pond and he had a tackle box with a lot of lures and nice fishing rods and reels for that time. I was about seven and I would go out to watch him fish and would always go through his tackle box to see all the new lures. Well I finally bought me a rod and reel a few lures and tried bass fishing. This man gave me a jitterbug, I was fishing it from the pond dam late one evening not doing any good there were cattails on the other bank so I threw the jitterbug in the water and walked to the other side when I turned the corner to go to the cat tails the jitterbug cut the corner and about a two pound bass hammered it. I did not reel the fish in I just backed up the bank and drug that bass up on the bank. I will never forget that moment it was the first my firs bass and I have not been right since then. I still have fond memories of the gentleman with the nice tackle box. I spent a lot of time drooling over his shiny lures and he gave me several lures. This was about fifty seven years ago great memories and great post.
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I'm told that wasn't the first time fishing, granddad had taken me prior but I actually remember that trip!