I spent countless hours as a kid fishing with my Grandfather for species which are not known for non-stop continuous action and there was nothing to entertain me in the boat or on the ice between bites except for my Grandfathers story telling and teaching yet somehow I ended up hooked on fishing? I don’t recall being bored or disappointed if the fishing was slow which it often was. Being awakened at 4:30 am to fish with Gramp was reward in itself, he seemed larger than life to me as a youngster and to this day, though he’s been gone nearly a decade I still think of him as a master angler and hunter.
Last edited by The Spank; 02-16-2018 at 03:05 PM.
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