The black and white house in the background is my childhood home. My father took me to the creek about three hundred yards behind the house when I was old enough to hold a pole. There we caught everything under the sun. I am almost 59 now living in a southern state and have started fishing again over the last five or so years with a focus on largemouth bass, but happy to catch anything that bites. My father in law loved to fish and gave us his 1970 vintage fiberglass boat with a 15 horse 2 cycle Evinrude engine about a year before he passed. My biggest regret is that we never got to go together. I can't help but think that every time we do catch he is watching and smiling, and when we miss and cuss or get snagged he is laughing.