The first time I remember fishing was with my father at Pleasant Lake, Wisconsin, in 1966 when I was six years old. From a rented aluminum boat with an outboard motor, my dad baited my hook with a worm and set the bobber. In no time at all, I had a bite and proceeded to reel aboard a bluegill. Unhooking […]
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