I was fishing on the Kentucky river at the mouth of the Dix with my former brother-in-law and my youngest son.

We were slowly moving up into the Dix with my son sitting at the stern seat. He was only 5 or 6 years old at the time and I baited him up with a live night-crawler and just instructed him to let it "trail" behind the boat.

He hooked up with a drum that measured over 36 inches in length. He fought it for a good time and we landed the fish and put the catch in the boat and raced back to the dock to show Momma the fish. The fish was released after we took some pictures. I sure wish I knew where those photos are now.