




yesterday i saw a friends post on facebook of a mess of catfish. it brought back a couple memories. as a 4 or 5 year old child growing up on estero island, i spent most of my time on the condo dock fishing for whiting and sailcats. that was my first real experience fishing and still remains my fondest memories of childhood. in jr. high and high school we spent a lot of time fishing for freshwater cats from the tiedgen's dock in our neighborhood. granted, it was mainly a reason to stay up late, smoke cigarettes, and drink an occasional beer. last night i went back to my roots. same neighborhood, different dock. i caught two catfish and lost two in the sticks. if i hadnt caught a single fish, i would have had a great time. dont get me wrong, we always wanted to catch fish back in the day but it wasnt about catching fish. it was about the whole experience.