Good one, makes me realize that i was lucky. My mom who had custody of me was super over protective and a worry wart, but my dad who i saw on the weekends not so much. Starting at about age 7 He used to just let me get lost fishing for the entire day when i visited him. First He lived next door to Ketring lake where i got started on blue gill and bass. He later moved to Frisco and I discovered the bike path between Frisco and Copper. He didn't like fishing, and never owned his own rod, but he fully supported my love of fishing. I would take off from Frisco on my bike in the morning, then at lunch and dinner he would come get me on his bike. I definitely had my found my favorite holes and pretty much stuck to them, It was always pretty easy for him to find me.
Last edited by Fordo; 03-27-2016 at 09:04 PM.