Hey, Townsend, is that a fish you're holding, or are you just happy to see me?

Sorry, couldn't resist, especially since you cut your face out of the photo!
I haven't gone fishing in ages. I never did the stream/river/lake freshwater fishing thing. I grew up on the coast, so it was all saltwater fishing in the bay. Mostly bottom fishing for flounder, sea bass, and snapper. I miss the water. I used to go out boating/fishing/crabbing nearly every weekend of the summer from the age of 2 to 14 (we put a canvas over the back of the boat and my sister and I camped out on the deck at night, thus always in our own best interest to do a good job helping swab the decks after a day of fishing

). Wow, do I miss that! We'd drive down on Friday night or Saturday morning, unload the gear, spend the night on the boat, if we arrived Friday night, we'd spend Saturday just boating and swimming, maybe a little fishing and crabbing, just enough for dinner Saturday night, then back to the dock, scrub the boat, bathe (it was really nice when they installed a shower at the boat yard, though it was always questionable if there'd be any hot water depending how many people were out swimming that day; otherwise it was the 5 gallon bucket of cold water for bathing...brrrrr), head to the boardwalk for a little while, then back and to sleep, then Sunday morning, get up, have breakfast, head out fishing, come back with the day's catch, scrub the boat and head home. Depending on how much we were catching, we either brought the fish home to clean (and I'd have fun chasing my grandmother with fish guts), or would just clean them as we caught them (my dad made a cutting board to mount on the side of the boat so he could just scrape the scales and guts over the side if we weren't using them for bait...the seagulls really enjoyed this). When all the gear was unpacked, the fish in the freezer or frying pan/oven, my sister and I hit the shower, had dinner, and then went off to sleep completely exhausted. I miss spending summer weekends that way!