SO there I was, cleaning out the garage of unnecessary and/or unwanted items, when I ran across a stack of old pictures. I could not suppress the urge to chuckle a bit when I looked at these memories from the ancient past. Leisure suits. Bell bottom pants. Duck tail haircuts. Nehru jackets. Big gold jewelry. Belt buckles laid to the side. Members Only jackets. Platform shoes with live goldfish in the heels. Starched and ironed white t-shirts. Dixie Peach pomade. The

WAY BACK in my young fishing life, I was thoroughly fascinated by all aspects of fishing. Much to my innocence, I would read about fishing whether it was about the east coast (where I have never yet been to), farm ponds (I didn't even know there were farms in California), quarry pits (are there quarries in California?), chalk streams (???), or even oxbow lakes. Fishing was fishing and somehow I felt everything was related. Along with all of the fishing articles describing h