Holiday at the Lake - Part 2

And while were down camping at the lake this glorious Labor Day weekend, I thought it'd be appropriate to share another photo from the family album (now stop your groaning, this won't take long). Here's a shot of my Grampa during a family outing fishing, probably for sunfish or bluegill sometime in the mid Fifties. He was a lifelong barber with his own shop downtown, worked hard but knew when to slow down and enjoy life. He was every guy's buddy, loved kids and a laugh I'll never forget.

Every one should have been blessed with a grand dad like him!

Holiday at the Lake

This holiday weekend the father and son team went camping at beautiful but buggy Branched Oak Lake. We had plans to do a little fishing for big fish.

Here's my little ammo box - four generations of fishing wizardry are squeezed in Dad's old tacklebox. There's goodies that were my grandpa's, my dad's, a bunch of shiny gadgets I got when I was but a wee lad, some fake worms made in shop class, the vintage silverware tray donated from Mom's kitchen drawer, home-made wizardry and more recently Junior's Plankton lure from his first SpongeBob rod & reel.

So... what do I recommend as the #1 best bet in your sporting equipment arsenal??

A fat earthworm on a hook.

It worked for us!