I believe the very first bass I caught was when I was in 8th grade fishing with my Grandpa Red and my grandmother. He took us to his boss's pond to fish and rigged me up with a plain plastic black worm with a weight on it. Something had happened to his line and he asked me to fix it. While doing that off in the distance where I had cast a bass jumps out of the water and splashes back in. My grandfather told me to check my line and sure enough there was a bass on the end of it. A 5 lb. bass at that! We kept that bass and my grandfather filleted him and took the head and nailed it to the barn he had. I was very proud of that bass head hanging there.