Digging up some old photos the other day, i stumbled across a few goodies....1985 i caught my first trout on opening day and my dad and g-pop schooled me right...they gave me my first buck knife to do the deed.
The place...oak creek campground in bowmansville pennsylvania,i grew up on that creek and my grand parents taking me camping there is one of the reasons i am the fisherman i am. I remember my g-pop....he was big on breakfast, if you were one minute late you may as well be an hour cause you were sh*t out of luck....man did i spend alot of time hauling a$$ back to that camper trying not to be late.......i really think this is where i get my disposition for tardiness from...i hate being late!
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