I was born to fish. Really. Fishing has always been in my blood. One of my earliest memories, before I had once wet a line, was sitting in Mama Ida’s lap as she read me the Sunday comics. One of those strips was “Henry”, a bald-headed kid who also loved to fish. Henry would often be depicted walking down the street with a rod in his hand and a stringer of fish over his shoulder. Those fish … [Read more...]