Last night I wrote a blog about one of my childhood experiences. And it made me thank about fishing. I don't know why, but I got to look back at why I loved to go fishing as a kid. Here's why! Every time I went it was a new experience. The whole family would go. It was great ! The best fishing rig in the world was a zabco 33 and a plastic worm. Or a real worm and a bobber. If ya got lazy! Every fish was the big one. The good old days! I tell ya what. If god let me be 12 again for one day I'D GO FISHING!
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12! What about fishing on the mighty Chickahomony with a jon boat rigged with catfish rods and good friends or trying to drown the guyu on the bow heading out to the James. Or the all day trip to John Kerr Reservoir and poking that cotton mouth with a stick and losing so many tight line rigs we lost count? Screw 12...
Hey we didn't fish but remember the time we trie to canoe in a hurricane with a dog that didn't yet know how to swim. Now that was a day I will never forget. Good time Good times.
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