I have always enjoyed fishing as far back as I can remember. I can’t speak to when the lifelong pleasure officially began, was it when under 5 my parents took me and my slightly older brother to fish from the old train bridge across the Pitt River? Perhaps, as they secretly hooked two minnows on a bare treble hook and got me to reel them up. Beaming at their playful praise claiming how I was the “best ever” fisherman. Probably not the start though due to a 5-year old’s attention span.
Ah the things that conjure up a memory.
The older we get the more we rely upon our memories for mild entertainment during those quiet moments in our lives. More often than not some random event will trigger one even when we aren’t looking to take a stroll through our past. For example, a short minute ago I was doing a little YouTube…
