One of the things that I have loved ever since I was a little kid was fishing. I remember catching that first trout, and after that, I was hooked on fishing ! Of course, I couldn't bear to hit its head on a rock and kill it, so I ran around holding that poor trout until it finally died. My folks went fishing almost every weekend during the summer months, and I loved the campfire meals with fresh trout pan-fried in Mom's old cast iron skillet. When I had children of my own, we also went fishing whenever we could, and all three of my kids love to fish as a result. My oldest son and my two grandsons will even go to some of the high mountain lakes where they have to hike into the lake to fish there. I have not fished for several years now, but we keep talking about it, and one of these fine mornings, Bobby and I will load up the fishing poles and tackle box and at least go down the road to the little fishing pond and see if we can catch anything.