We were getting ready to head into the Harbor for a day’s fishing. We plugged in the appropriate points on the chart plotter, turned on the depth warning device and fish finder, fired up the four stroke and quickly put the boat up on plane. I had my basic rod at hand — along with the anti-backlash reel fully loaded with monofilament — and was sorting through the tackle box to select the proper lure for the light and water clarity conditions when it happened. Flashback! Suddenly, I was teenager fishing for panfish on Big Bear Lake in Lewiston, Mich. This flashback brought to mind simpler days, and I wondered if any of you have similar memories. Do you remember getting up at 5 a.m. to scour the front lawn with a flashlight looking for night crawlers? If the morning search wasn’t successful, we looked for every rock or log that we could turn over in hope of seeing earthworms scramble from underneath so we could scoop them up and place them in our tackle box, which was an empty tin can.
We used a galvanized floor pail as a cooler. We bought ice from the corner store. It was block ice cut from the lake the past winter and stored in the “icehouse,” which was insulated with sawdust.
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