The first time.

I remember my very first fishing trip on a boat. My Grampa and Dad decided to take me along to check trot lines on Rend Lake about 39 years ago. I vaguely remember being mesmerized by the hum of the old Mercury and the constant splash of water. I remember being told to keep my hands inside the boat. That wasn’t going to happen as I stuck my hand out to feel the spray coming up the side of the 18′ green, beat up aluminum Jon boat. That is all I can recall from that trip but I do think about it all the time. Do you remember your first time?