Early signs of fishing life bring back memories of youthful summer dreams
My bicycle ride to my childhood fishing hole spanned only a few minutes, but that was plenty of time to awaken dreams of hooking a big bass and enjoying an epic battle. Looking back over 60 years, I recall I would visualize my dream. It came to life as I coasted down the street toward Yellow Creek where it meandered around the boundary between Poland and Boardman Township. A few pools, wash-outs below riffles, harbored the fish we kids aimed to catch. The visual in my head was like the realistic illustrations in Outdoor Life and other magazines, which I read when I wasn’t busy ...