So many years have passed since I threw a line into the water. Found myself standing over the water at Bass lake remembering back when I was younger. My grandfather used to take me fishing nearly every weekend. He loved fishing, taught me to love it as well. There's some kind of serenity that comes with it, a peace. We've fished in lakes and rivers spanning from southern California to northern Oregon. I eagerly awaited the summer when school was released for vacation so I could hit the road with him. We lived outdoors. Camping, fishing, hiking, taking in the beauty that is nature, Eating your meals over an open fire, there's nothing to top it. Those memories will never leave me. So i'm taking up fishing again, a resurrected hobby for me, in honor of my grandfather. The fish aren't biting today though....
