Fishing has always been a big part of my life. As a youngster, growing up on the shores of Lake Ontario, fishing was something we always did. It was fun and enjoyable. I spent a big part of my summers at my favorite Aunt's cottage on Long Point-the peninsula jutting out on Lake Erie. There were a bunch of kids and some who lived there year around who had their own boats. We would fish,swim and have all kinds of fun. I especially liked it when we would play hide and seek in the boats among the many channels leading to the open lake. We were out all day and well into the evening and sometimes even in the dark. The sounds of all the big ole bullfrogs was an added bonus.

We had no weatherman and used nature as our barometer. Prior to rain, the lily pads would come up out of the water about 4-6 inches. We also kept an eye on the Poplar, Willow and Linden trees to see if their leaves had turned upside down-an indication of approaching rain. We didn't have many wants or needs during those days. We just kept busy and had lots of fun.

Now I am content just being out in the boat-sitting in the sun reading and doing Sudoku puzzles and manning the camera in the event Sleepin catches the big one (Musky).