Went fishing with my father when I was about 3,he died a few years later of cancer when I was about 5. Unable to ever take me out again. when I was 7 I went again with a group from our church. Brought back a fond memory and nostalgic feeling for me. every time I fish I feel a bit closer to my father and helps me to remember him a bit more. Aside from sentimental reasons I simply love the sport,not to mention who doesn't love a good fish fry??
The year was 1964. Bellbottoms, bouffants and the Beatles were all the rage. Martin Luther King Jr. had just received the Nobel Peace Prize. And Cassius Clay had delivered his decisive TKO of Sonny Liston.