I’ve always wondered why my urge to fish is so strong.
As a youth growing up it’s not like any of my family taught me how to fish. Oh sure, my father took me fishing (he didn’t fish) a couple of times and I was even gifted a Popeil Pocket Fisherman. But no one in my family enjoyed fishing. So up until the age of 11, you could probably count the number of times I went fishing on 1 hand. Actually my Father was afraid of the water, so looking back I guess I was lucky he took me fishing at all. I never did get to understand why he was so afraid of the water.
When I was 12, we moved to Park Forest South, IL. There was a small lake (“Pine Lake”) about 2 miles away from where we lived. I remember being so excited about this lake, I finally would be able to fish whenever I wanted to. Nope.. not so fast. I wasn’t allowed to ride my bike that far away, mainly because of the busy road near by. My older (by 8 years) brother didn’t move with us, he decided he was ready to be on his own. My older sister didn’t want anything to do with fishing of course.
Luckily I found a friend who wanted to go fishing. I didn’t tell my parents I was going, but I loaded up my Pocket Fisherman and we rode our bikes down to the lake. I remember casting out a small lure and actually catching some small sunfish or bluegills. I was finally fishing and catching fish! And then all of a sudden it blew up… literally.
Some older teenagers were there and they decided to throw some M-80s into the water and blow some fish up. They even caught a few fish, put the M-80 in the fishes mouth, threw it in the air to watch them explode. I was a bit scared & horrified by what I was witnessing. But yah.. my fishing at Pine Lake came to an abrupt end.
I did manage to go back again a few months later and proceeded to catch dozens of small sunfish & bluegills. I brought them home to show my mom. She told me if I wanted to eat them I had to clean them. I made a total mess. lol.. My mom fried the small bits of fish I managed to save and proceeded to give me a plate of what looked like tiny fish potato chips. And that’s basically all the fishing I did in my youth. When I turned 13, fishing was the last thing on my mind. lol..
When I met my future wife Kristine (Henderson) at the age of 21, I hadn’t touched a fishing rod since I was 12 years old. We went back to Pike Lake a couple of times to do some fishing. I still had no idea what I was doing but somehow I managed to catch those same small fish I did years earlier.
So now we fast forward a few years. We’ve moved to Texas, I’m married with 3 kids. I can’t recall exactly what caused the fishing urge to wake up from it’s dormant state, maybe it was the fact that there were so many places to fish. Small ponds were everywhere, big lakes only 10-20 miles away. There was a nice pond less than a mile away from where we were living. A perfect place to explore what fishing was all about and why I’ve had this unfulfilled urge my entire life. I still didn’t know how to fish, I ended up going to Walmart and buying one of those generic panfish kits and started chucking things in the water.
Eventually I would start catching fish… bluegills, sunfish, the occasional crappie, small channel cats. Catching these small fish would continue for quite a while. I started using worms, small jigs, etc. One day I caught something new, a Largemouth Bass and it changed everything immediately.
I started researching about all the different species of fish I’ve caught. I was shocked to learn Largemouth Bass were caught weighing 10lbs or more! I learned how those bigger bass were caught and I decided to try similar tactics at my local pond.
At this point the fascination with fishing is really starting to kick in. My wife recognizes there is something going on, my kids see it, I desperately want to fish! So now I’m fishing practically every day, mainly at night to avoid distractions. I’m casting out 5-8in Texas rigged worms…. and I’m catching big ol Largemouth Bass! We’re talking 3-7lb fish! At this point I’m thinking I’m a pretty good angler, I know what the hell I’m doing. lol..
I wanted to take my entire family fishing and share with them everything I was experiencing. The kids were super excited to go, even my wife was excited to experience all the excitement that I had been telling her about.
Then I made the most colossal mistake of my fishing life. My inner urge, fascination with fishing, was so strong I ignored my family’s experience and focused solely on mine.
I was oblivious to the fact that my previous solo fishing trips were typically 8+ hours long. I took the entire family fishing, hours would go by with hardly any fish being caught, sure I would catch the occasional fish and I loved every minute of it, but the kids weren’t catching anything, my wife wasn’t fishing she was mainly watching the kids, it was hot out, then the dreaded “Dad, are you done yet, can we go home?” would start. I was so absorbed with my own gratification I made it miserable for everyone else in my family. To this day my wife recalls how I would take the entire family out fishing and we would arrive with very little (if any) food, snacks or water but I made sure I had all of my fishing gear loaded up for bear.
One time I took the family to a night fishing trip at Grapevine Lake in an attempt to catch some crappie by the dock houses. The wife stayed in the car and my son and I walked down to the shore to do some fishing. When I arrived at the shore I looked around and to my horror there were literally dozens of water moccasins right near us. It was snake mating season and we were right smack in the middle of their mating location. I immediately told my son to not look down, just start walking back to the car. I lead the way back to the car and when we arrived at the parking lot it was filling up with snakes as well. To this day it’s a horrifying memory for the entire family, but knowing what I know now, I realize the snakes had more enticing things on their mind.
I eventually calmed down a bit and started focusing more on my children. They started catching fish and we truly had a few nice outings.
My oldest daughter Teresa was never really into fishing but she would still give it a go once in a while. One day…we were fishing at a local pond (Bedford Boys Ranch) and she hooked into a very…big… fish (it was a large stocked grass carp). I immediately grabbed the rod from her in an attempt to loosen the drag a bit, I stumbled, gave the rod back to her quickly and the line broke off. The look on her face when she stared at me was pure evil. lol.. I had a chance to reel her into fishing, and I blew it.
I almost had a fishing buddy for life, my son, almost. It started off pretty good. He was about 8 years old when I taught him how to cast, how to fish for bass, and he was 100% into it! We used to go fishing basically anywhere there was water. Creeks, ponds, lakes, temporary ponds under bridges, etc. We would mainly catch panfish, bass & longnose gar. I loved exploring all those new locations to fish!
I recall a period where my son and I were going through a dry spell and not catching any fish, he was getting bored and wasn’t too enthusiastic about going fishing with Dad anymore. To help encourage him to fish more, I planned a trip to a pay lake stocked with catfish. He had no idea it was a stocked lake. I told him this trip was all about him. He had low expectations, but he ended up having a blast catching a mess of very expensive catfish and he thought he was the best angler in the world that day. We ate good that night. To this day I’m not sure he knows it was a pay lake. lol..
Yah.. once in a while my potential addiction to fishing would be too strong and I would put the focus back on me. I would end up staying out way too long, my son would be so tired, “Dad can we go home!”. Nope.. I’m going to fish until my arms are numb. One night we were out way too late, I kept forcing him to fish because I wanted to continue fishing. He hooked into a good sized Bass, by far his personal best and he couldn’t care less about the fish because he was so tired. I forced him to hold the fish for a few photos, I was so excited for him and yet he was so tired and miserable. That negative experience took it’s toll on my son and sadly from that point on he wasn’t too enthusiastic about fishing with Dad.
He looked so miserable in the photos I thought about throwing them away, but I kept them in the fishing photo album because it was my son’s personal best after all. Later in life I would go on to realize those photos would become a reminder of not what my son caught, but what I lost.
My son and I would end up fishing together again, but it would be for an entirely different species of fish.
I went back to the local pond and started focusing on catching those big 5-7lb largemouth bass that were in what turned out to be a very old pond. I did some research and found out that a Manns Baby 1- Minus was a popular lure for big bass. I bought a few of them and started working the banks. WOW, these things worked! I was routinely catching big bass almost every session! I really didn’t think fishing could get any better. Than one night around 2:30 in the morning I hooked into something….different.
There was a fence I would cast over and try to make my lure land close to the wall. I knew the wall attracted fish. It was routine to hook into a fish, hold your rod up high and walk down to where the fence stopped so you could land the fish.
This time it felt different. The fish wasn’t jumping. It felt like I was dragging a heavy pillow. I actually thought I was dragging a tree or maybe a big turtle? And then I felt the lunge that was similar to how a large bass felt before they would jump. But this fish was not coming out of the water. It was definitely causing a bend in the rod with each lunge. I walked very slowly to the edge of the fence, walked over to the area where I had landed plenty of bass before and slowly reeled in my line.
As it made it’s way closer to me I spotted what looked like a mass of plant moss caught on the lure. Great.. that makes sense, it was the weight of the moss moving through the water that was causing my rod to bend. But it wasn’t just moss.
I reached down to clear all the moss off the lure and I saw the largest gaping open mouth from a bass that I to this day, have ever seen. I started shaking. I could easily put both of my hands inside this fishes mouth. And that’s exactly what I had to do to get it out of the water since I had no net. I laid the fish on the bank, it wasn’t moving, it wasn’t flopping around, it was too damn tired to do anything. The size of the belly on this fish was truly awe inspiring. I could not believe what I was looking at. I had no camera, no way to document what I caught. I had to make a decision. A decision that would change my fishing forever.
Do I keep this fish and show it off or do I release it?
I knew the fish was a female, I knew she was probably loaded with eggs. It’s close to 3:00 in the morning and I’m staring at the biggest largemouth bass I have ever seen. I notice she is still alive so I decide to release her back into the water. She swam off with no problem. I continued to shake for quite a while.
The next few days I started researching just how big largemouth bass can get. I learned that a 10lb bass is considered a rare trophy. After seeing photos of 8-10lb bass, especially photos where you can clearly see the anglers hand in the fishes mouth, I realize it would be pretty uncomfortable for both the angler and the fish to put both of my hands inside the mouth of a 10lb Bass. So now I realize the fish I caught is easily larger than 10lbs.
After seeing photos of the top Texas bass caught, I realize the very real possibility that I caught and released a large mouth bass approaching 15lbs or more. As my knowledge of fishing grew over the years I would go on to become even more confident that I caught a largemouth bass approaching 20lbs.
My fishing changed forever after I caught that fish because I knew I would never catch a bigger largemouth bass regardless where I fished. I stopped fishing and started researching more about all the freshwater species of fish in Texas.
I actually stopped fishing for quite a while. I was fascinated with what I was learning. I had caught plenty of eating size channel cats, but I didn’t know there were also monster Blue Cats and Flathead Catfish! And what about Carp to 30lbs, Buffalo over 60lbs, Alligator Gar 200lbs? It was obvious if I wanted to catch bigger fish, I had to start fishing at the bottom rather than the top. lol..
I started fishing for anything on the bottom. I would fish the Fort Worth Trinity River as often as possible. I would mainly use shrimp, worms or the occasional cut bait. I would go on to catch plenty of decent sized channels, blues, and the occasional flathead along with plenty of longnose gar. I even started a DFW Rough Fishing Group which some locals to this day attribute as the reason fishing for Carp and other rough fish in the Dallas, Fort Worth area has grown in popularity over the years.
Eventually I would set my focus on just catching Carp. I became fascinated with the idea that in almost any pond, creek, lake in the DFW area there could be a 15-20lb Carp just waiting to be caught and 99% of the people fishing these bodies of water would have no clue they were there!
I started using canned sweet corn. I would thread several kernels of corn on a small hook and also a few kernels above the hook on the line as well. I was blown away by how easy and fun it was to catch fish using just corn! To my surprise not only was I catching plenty of Carp, I would also catch panfish, catfish and even the occasional bass on corn!
I thought I had invented a new technique for catching Carp, looking back… maybe I did? lol.. Along with corn on the hook I would take a slice of bread and wrap it around the egg shaped slip weight. When cast out, the bread would slowly dissolve on the bottom creating particles of food & scent that would attract Carp (and other fish) to the bounty of corn waiting for them.
One day I took my son Michael and youngest daughter Rachael fishing with me. From previous trips, I found a great place to fish at the Fort Worth Trinity river. It was an awesome spillway where I had caught some nice 10-15lb Carp several times by myself. The water at the spillway was just barely running which was perfect because the concrete divider that you could walk across on created a section of water in front of the spillway where fish were land locked. The water was too low for the fish to swim over the concrete divider. I would fish right on this divider, cast only about 5-10ft out, let the bait sink to the bottom and wait for a fish. Of course I didn’t bring any extra rods for the kids, this was all about me as usual. The kids were old enough to play by themselves, I think they were 9 & 10 years old. They had walked across the spillway, playing on top of the hill. As long as I could see them I didn’t mind them exploring. At the corner of both sides of the spillway there is water flowing down into the spillway. You could see small fish, sticks, slide down these paths from time to time. From earlier trips I remember seeing piles of debris, large sticks poking out of the water, that would collect at the bottom of each corner of the spillway. I always thought someone would be in a bad way if they slid down into that debris. Anyway, let’s get back to me, I’m catching a few fish, having a blast as usual. Through the corner of my eye I see my daughter is at the top left of the spillway. My son joins her and they’re both sitting right at the top of the spillway exactly where the debris slides down into the spillway. To my horror I see my daughter scream as she starts to slide down the spillway. (I’m tearing up as I write this.) I then see my son reach out to my daughter as he also starts to slide down the spillway. All I can do is watch in horror as my kids slide down into the river. I’m convinced I’m going to witness my children get killed from being stabbed by a sharp large stick, cut up from glass or debris, or drown as they get sucked into the river. I guess the man upstairs was fishing with me that day. As my children slide into the river I scream and tell them to stay close to the bank so I could grab them or maybe they could find something to hold on to and pull themselves out of the river. Looking back I was very lucky the river had little to no current flow that day. Both of my kids could swim so they just end up casually swimming right next to the bank, find a spot to walk out of the water and they appear to be ready to do it all over again. I was in panic mode, but when you just focus on yourself and not your kids, this is how bad things happen. Of course I yell at them like it was their fault.
My son holding a feisty Carp at the spillway where one day I became the luckiest Father in the world.
I can’t remember exactly when it happened, but I when found out about “European Carp Fishing”, I was hooked. I was amazed with their advanced fishing gear. They were using electronic bait alarms, bait runner reels, rod pods. Their main tactic for catching Carp, a “bolt rig”, was to rig a piece of fake corn on a hair rig, add some pack bait (cream corn, oats, flavoring, etc) which was molded around a 3oz fixed weight, and cast out. When cast out, the pack bait would slowly break apart and provide a bit of food and particles that would attract the Carp. The idea was the carp would suck in the hair rig with the fake corn at the same time they were sweeping up the pack bait particles. They would feel the 3oz weight causing the fish to “bolt” and hook themselves. This was called a “bolt rig”. Sounds pretty similar to my bread wrapped weight and corn rig. lol..
The truly most awesome thing about this “new” style of fishing was, I could set up 3 rods on my rod pod, cast out and then kick back and wait for the alarms to go off. But more importantly this relieved me from the need to hold or focus on my rods. I could actually interact with my family while fishing! This turned out to be the catalyst that gave me the chance to redeem my earlier failures as an outdoorsman and finally showcase the outdoors, fishing, to my family.
Michael and Rachael would continue to accompany me on several fishing trips. Things were better, but not perfect. I still fished way too long, I still didn’t focus on my kids enough. Those frickin alarms became just as addicting as actually catching fish. I became absorbed waiting for those alarms to go off. Sure I no longer had to look at the rods, but I found myself closely monitoring the “swingers” which would indicate if a fish was playing with my hook bait. lol.. My kids were old enough to explore a bit on their own, they were fine, I could continue to just focus on myself and more importantly stare at those swingers going up and down. smdh… But we did manage to have a few nice outings.
Looking back, Rachael always loved the outdoors. She rarely complained about not having any food, drinks, etc, or that she was bored and wanted to go home. She loved exploring, walking around, checking out wildlife, etc. I would jokingly encourage her to get close to ducks and try to actually hold one. I mean, I knew this was impossible, right? No way a duck would let her do this, if anything she might get beaked in the eye! But I would still encourage her to get close to the ducks, she would walk up to them slowly, she knew if she ran up to them she would scare them away. When the fishing was slow she would always look around for ducks and the chance to hold one.
A few years go by and Rachael once again accompanies me on a fishing trip. This time we’re at Scotts Landing at Grapevine Lake. Rachael notices that the ducks are staying fairly close to us. Probably due to the sweet smell of corn nearby. Rachael now notices that one particular duck is sticking around very close to her. She decides to give it a bit of food. The duck comes right up to her, now she’s feeding it by hand and petting it! If there ever was a time to accomplish the seemingly impossible, now was the time… she reaches down, grabs hold of the duck and hoists the trophy into the air! She was so proud of her accomplishment and the look on her face was pure bliss. The duck was so docile and good natured. She would continue to hold it, pet it, feed it for a while. Crazy how a simple duck can be responsible for one of the best moments of my life and I’m sure Rachael feels the same way.
I’m in my mid to late 30s at this point and for some reason every time I go fishing, every time I catch a fish, I’m like a little kid experiencing it for the first time. The excitement just won’t wear off. I even manage to convince my wife to come with me again. This is going to be great! The entire family will be there. I bought a grill so we can cook up some hot dogs, we had plenty of drinks, snacks, the works! Looking back, this trip had the potential to be the starting point for future great family outings! The only problem was… I forgot to check the weather forecast. Not too long after everything was setup, food was cooking, rod pod setup, wow… our setup was looking sweet, it started to rain… and I mean we were soaked in a matter of minutes. All we could do is break everything down…. and leave. The wife gave me a few kudos for trying, but ultimately that was the last time we tried a family fishing outing.
About this time I’m in full Euro Carp fishing mode. I have high dollar reels, rods, alarms, etc. I’ve caught plenty of 15-25lb Carp in the DFW area.
But now it’s time to pursue larger Carp, so I’m heading south to Austin to do some fishing at Lady Bird Lake. My son loved catching fish, there was no doubt about it. He wasn’t crazy about waiting around, but when the alarms went off, he loved hooking into some fish. At this point in my life I know how to catch Carp, so I knew ahead of time my son was in for a treat.
I was finally doing things almost right, letting my son catch most of the fish. We get a fantastic run on one of the rods and my son is battling the biggest fish he will more than likely ever catch. (To this day he has not gone smallmouth buffalo fishing with me. lol..) He ends up catching a 35lb Carp and wins a CAG junior fish award. wow.. talk about a proud Dad! My son was so excited about catching that fish. We would go on to have several more Carp trips. Good times for sure.
As I write this my son is closing in on 40. We occasionally talk about fishing but unfortunately the bad memories apparently out weighed the good memories as he never really pursued fishing in his adult life.
My wife Kris with a nice 20lb+ Carp caught in Austin.
Life gets in the way (of fishing) sometimes. At this point my 3 children are teenagers, I’m now in full programming mode coding 18 hours a day or more. Fishing has been put on the back burner and I only end up fishing maybe a few times a year for a very long time. But I still love reading about fishing, I subscribe to a few magazines, I buy a bunch of books, I’m now learning about catfish, small mouth buffalo, alligator gar, etc. I don’t do much fishing but I sure enjoyed doing the research. I started focusing on Alligator Gar.
Now in my early 40s, the Alligator Gar captivated me like no other fish. I was in awe that the 2nd largest fish in the United States was right in my back door! I sadly learned that most people had no respect for this fish and through their ignorance thought these incredible fish would be better off dead.
I discovered bow fishing, and while I fully support it as a method of harvesting food, I was surprised to learn that some people use it solely to kill as many fish as possible in one outing.
I joined a bow fishing group under an alias in an attempt to learn more about the psyche of why some people enjoyed killing these fish (and also Carp and Longnose Gar) simply for the thrill of the kill. It was amazing to learn how many fish only 1-2 people could kill in one outing. They would never post this information in general fishing forums, but I was reading posts where they were bragging about killing over 100 fish (carp, longnose gar, buffalo) in one outing! The photos I saw were horrid, fish stacked up in a huge pile, blood everywhere, the bow fisherman standing right in the middle of the dead fish, their clothes all bloody.
I would go on to learn that bow fishing is definitely a skill, shooting a fish in water is not easy. But the lack of respect for their target of choice was disappointing. The problem was there were no limits put in place, you could kill as many Alligator Gar, Carp, Buffalo as you wanted to.
When it came to Alligator Gar I was surprised to learn the 2nd largest fish in the USA had no limits. You can kill as many as you wanted to! what? A Texas fish that could grow to over 200lbs had no respect from the Texas Parks And Wildlife? I was shocked. Through my research I learned about fish gene pools and why not every fish is capable of growing as big as other fish. I learned about Blue Catfish from decades ago when anglers were commonly catching fish over 150lbs with some approaching 200lbs or more. Due to over harvesting, the gene pool of these larger fish were pretty much wiped out.
In my Alligator Gar research I noticed there seemed to be a lot of 100lb fish being caught. It was very rare to see a fish over 100lbs. Sure once in a while a much larger fish was caught, but it was obvious to me the days of 200-300lb Alligator Gar seemed to be at a major risk. I decided to bring this to the public’s attention through an online petition to make the Alligator Gar a game fish in Texas and have limits put in place.
You can view the public discussion from back in 2004 here.
This of course caused some good back and forth debate. But unfortunately some bow fisherman didn’t like this idea at all. I started getting threats, even death threats, etc. This kind of threat was common “I’m going to find out where you’re catching those big carp and kill every one of them.” From that point on and to this day, I would rarely post photos of the fish I caught and certainly not mention where I was fishing.
5 Years later in 2009, Texas imposed a one per day bag limit on Alligator Gar. While I have no idea just how instrumental my public discussion about Alligator Gar influenced this decision, I’d like to think I contributed at least some… to this amazing and long over due.. decision.
From: https://tpwd.texas.gov/huntwild/wild/species/alg/
The Texas state record is 302 pounds, caught on a trotline in 1953. Bow fishers and rod and reel anglers have landed several specimens in excess of 200 pounds. Historically considered a “rough fish,” the alligator gar has recently gained popularity as a sport fish, attracting national and international attention after being featured on several television shows. Texas has one of the best remaining fisheries for this unusual freshwater fish. To help ensure that high quality, recreational fisheries remain compatible with long-term conservation of the species, Texas Parks and Wildlife Department imposed a one-per-day bag limit on alligator gar beginning in 2009.
Even further restrictions were made in 2019:
48-inch Max Limit — The implementation of a one fish, 48-inch maximum length for alligator gar harvested from the Trinity River between Interstate 30 in Dallas and Interstate 10 in Chambers County; it will be illegal to kill an alligator gar longer than four feet on the Trinity without a permit.
In 2023 a record Alligator Gar was caught in Texas that weighed 283lbs.
Through out my 40s and 50s I did very little fishing. I was riding life’s roller coaster. I loved to go into my shed and tinker with my fishing gear and dream about catching big fish. Don’t get me wrong, my life was very fulfilling during that period. I was back in a band playing drums, playing in front of 1000s in the DFW area, I even performed on TV! I had plenty of programming projects to keep me busy, kids were graduating from college, getting married, I started playing disc golf, lost a ton of weight, but fishing was always on my mind. Why didn’t I just go fishing more often? My wife would always say, “if you want to go fishing, just go, nothing is holding you back!” Looking back at that time period I think the main reason I didn’t fish more often was, there was simply no one to fish with. Plus the negativity surrounding the Alligator Gar petition earlier in life had made me become a much more private person when it came to fishing.
Now in my 60s, I finally have time to go fishing… pretty much as often as I want to. I’ve fished more the past couple years of my life than I have in my entire life. And as long as I bring drinks, food and there’s a bathroom near by, my wife doesn’t mind joining me once in a while! 🙂
I’ve been focusing on Carp & Buffalo, mainly Smallmouth Buffalo. I’ve also considered starting a petition to upgrade the status of Smallmouth Buffalo to a game fish… hmm… nah… I’ll leave that to the younger generation. lol..
There’s a few things I would change if I could go back in time, and obviously one of them would be how I treated my family during these early fishing outings. While writing this I’ve been talking to my wife about how I treated the family. She agrees no matter how hard I tried, fishing would always end up being about…. me.
My only guess why I was like this (other than a lack of maturity as a Father) is that I was just born with fishing in my DNA. Since I wasn’t able to explore this compelling urge in my youth, as an adult when I was finally able to experience it, I was simply over whelmed by the addictive gratification it would bring. Each new species of fish I caught was an incredible feeling of discovery, wonder and accomplishment. Maybe if I had been fishing my entire life I would have been better prepared as a Father to properly share this incredibly rewarding experience with my Family. maybe…
But Father time keeps on ticking and life has given me another, perhaps final, opportunity to bring the joys of the outdoors and fishing to my family, this time it will be my grand children. As I write this my 4 grandchildren are ages 4, 4, 6 & 9. I’ve started slowly and I plan on taking each of them fishing, teaching them how to catch a variety of fish, giving them the joy of cradling a large Carp or Buffalo in their hands so they can experience and more importantly feel… the incredible life they are holding.
But this time around things are different, they HAVE to be different. I know how to do this now. It simply has to be all about the kids, it’s not about me. We’re going to start off slowly, fish for only 15 minutes or so, catch a few panfish and then tell them it’s time to go. Instead of asking “is it time to go yet?”, I want my grandkids asking “why do we have to leave so soon?!?”
You know what? A funny thing happened.. I’m getting as much (if not more) enjoyment from watching my grandkids catch fish than myself catching fish. Imagine that.
May 27, 2024
