Back to my Roots

 Growing up i can remember sitting on my uncles dock at age 6 with pole in hand on a beautiful Maidstone lake VT. I still remember the fog lifting off the lake in the early morning hours and the sounds of loons off in the distance.

 i can recall many little yellow perch and sun fish swimming around with the worm making my bobber do circles, as i would jerk the rod , 7 out of 10 times would miss the fish , that kept me occupied for hours on end . I can remeber asking if i could keep the fish so people at the camp could eat them and was told yes. wow!!! was i super excited until i realized i had to clean my catch, then less excited , i learned from my uncle how to fillet a fish and actually started to like doing it . can't recall now how many pan fish i eneded up catching, but it was a mess of them. The Proudness that was smeared across my face when i presented my family with all my efforts was priceless. They may have not like the fish but never once told me or let on that they didn't ......... which kept me happy as i went on my merry way . Was one of my 1st and most fond memories of my fishing career...........
Which brings me to the other night when i took the fly rod and went to the lake in search of pan fish while standing in the lake that memory came racing back to me ..... was a great night fishing caught too many to count nothing too big , but killed a few hours ..... "The drug is the tug" as I have heard in the Past.......