Have ya ever just stopped and remembered the old days when your Dad or your Brother took you fishing with them. I have some great memories of those days. I can remember my Dad taking us fishing, sitting there on the bank a creek, showing us how to bait our hooks. I'd catch a fish, and instead of him taking the fish off for me, he'd show me the correct way to hold the fish without getting finned in the process. I owe my brother for teaching me how to bass fish. I was used to the live bait thing, and he got me a Zebco 202 and set me up with my own tackle box. Those are some of my fondest memories of my childhood. That's another reason that I enjoy every second I get when it comes to teaching my grandsons everything that I can teach them. I thank God that I was raised in the country where all this was possible at the drop of a hat. What kind of memories do you have stuck in the back of your mind?