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Gizzard shad have been rolling around up on bank like crazy the past three days near the dam area in the backs of coves... so much fish sex, not going to lie, I'm slightly jealous.

Let's not forget the infamous "Pre-Rap Wiggle Wart" or someone's bound to call us out. Agreed on the "Small Jorge", hard to beat in the summer heat.

I have an unopened package of electric blue Gene Larew salt craws still floating around. First fishing lures I ever got, and I never opened them because, hey, Grandpa had plenty in his tackle box...

Stumbled onto this page, just happened to have finished reading The Dark Side of Camelot, by Seymour M. Hersh, speaking of mob books. This one is a biography of the Kennedy Family/administration and how intertwined the two worlds became around the time JFK took office (Which wouldn't have happened without the help of the Mob). Anyways, long book, but probably the most lurid and astonishing non-fiction I've read. Most definitely not what we were taught in school! Anyways, most worthwhile read I have had in some time, thought I'd share.

I am fortunate enough to live in the very cabin I started fishing in 28 years ago. You all compelled me to go searching through the old pole graveyard in the basement two find my first two old hand-me-downs. I never knew back then that there was a second piece to the green Abu, or that neither reel was doing anything but making noise... (there used to be neon yellow line tied to the end of both rods...) I would spend hours on the old wood dock with my 95# grandmother and a can of corn and a Folgers can of fresh-dug (by me) worms, catching pan fish after panfish... oftentimes with my sister joining in the fray, and on more rare, special occasions, my cousins, aunts uncles, etc.. and into the pan they went. We didn't dare walk up the hill without a full stringer! Grandpa, though all the gear was his, always had tinkering to do, but Grandma was indisposable until she had lunch strung up. So cheers to all the fisherwomen out there who are keeping up the good fight while us guys are busy elsewhere.