Do you remember catching your first fish? I do. It was a beaut. A 14 inch rainbow trout snagged out of Wiscoy Creek at Mill's Mill. I don't know who was more astonished - my father or me. Fishing is a childhood rite of passage if you live in the country. In Western New York there are plenty of rivers, lakes, creeks and ponds to choose from. Learning to fish is an art and teaches many valuable lessons. You learn to sit still, be quiet, and wait. All very difficult to learn if you're a kid. But you'll willingly embrace them for the glory of reeling in a thrashing trout, bass, or bluegill. Fishing equipment is also a big draw. My Dad's tackle box was full of intriguing lures, hooks, sinkers, bobbers, and extra line. Weird looking, brightly colored bits to put on your line might just entice the unsuspecting fish. Before any fishing excursion, we'd wait until dark to go looking for fat night crawlers to toss in our little bait bucket. There would also be a tri...
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