When I was 18, I lost my orginal fishing partner, my Grandpa. Like most he started me out on the bream, and then when the crickets got loose in his car for the 100th time, he gave my 50$ and told me to buy a bait caster from K-Mart and a pie plate to practice throwing to. He said it was time to big boy fish as he put it. I bought a Silstar reel and an off the wall rod and it has been love ever since the first hook up with ole' bucket mouth. My neighbor saw my love for fishing and quickly took me under his wing when my Grandpa passed away. He was not on to fish with too many people because he was serious about his fishing and I am 20 years younger the he. But he saw the same spark in myself and coached me to the fisherman I am today. Although I now have kids and an odd working we schedule, we still get to make trips every couple of months and enjoy every minute of them. God bless the memories. And thanks to the guys defending our country overseas. God bless and always kept in my prayers.