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Well ,not really "bass" fishing but close .
When I was growing up in Europe ,there was nothing I despised more that fishing ,in a strange way that is.As a teenager ,while all my friends were out having good time I had to go on three day trips with my grandfather all summer long .21 foot wooden boat with a 12 hp car engine (don't laugh) we fished and slept for days till the coolers were full.No picnic either.Get up at 3 am and set out a 2000 hook long lines ,then hand line all morning (what ,you though we had rods ?).Mid morning pick up long lines by hand (no winch) .My grandpa would bring it up and I would put the hooks back ,in addition to gaffing.Then handline again till 8 pm ,baking in the sun and then heading to anchor ,fish soup for dinner and re-baiting for morning.Sleeping was tight on wood planks while your nose almost touched cans of diesel that were piled in the bow.Hand were cut up from giving a drag thru our fingers while fighting a fish and skin was burn crisp by standing in the sun from morning to night.
All this while my friends were getting laid.
Yet ,it was weird.I couldn't wait to get home.But once I did and sun went down I grabbed my handline and went fishing from the shore.I was looked at like some kind of a freak ,I guess.
Anyway ,came to this country at 17 and all I wanted to do was make one more trip with my grandfather ,just one more for old time sake (my parents divorced when I was 3 and dumped me in my grandpa's lap while they went their own way,must off been an ugly baby.He quit his job to stay home and raise me) .
But it was not meant to be as he passed away suddenly.I kick myself every day for giving him agita while I was a kid when all he was trying to do is make few $ on the side because his pension was about $40 a month.Some things you just got to live with it.........
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