My next door neighbor use to take me perch fishing on Lk. Erie when I was a kid living in Monroe.
Then my granparents started taking me up to Houghton Lk. and into Canada for a week every summer. I was probably 7-8yrs old when i jerked my first perch!!
Probably about 5-6yrs ago I wrote a 3 page letter to that old man who has since passed away, but I reminesced about our "fishing trips" and all the cool memories of growing up next door to him.
He gave me my 1st pocket knife (i still have it) and he use to give all the kids in the neigborhood popsicles all the time....he was built like a 5' tall fire hydrant and had snow white hair and always had a cigar in his mouth.....a true human cartoon character....he was a clone of "Santa Claus"....anyway..I filled him in on everything I had done since our family moved away and told him about my involvement in tournament fishing/cartooning/family life..etc..etc. I included some pix's and cartoons etc..etc..It was a very cool letter if I do say so.....I never heard back from him until I saw his widow at my Dad's funeral...she told me that he read that letter over and over and it affected him very deeply....she went on to tell me that he lost a leg due to diabetes and was in failing health for a number of years and he just never got around to writing me back but for the last couple years he was alive he was always talking about how much he liked me when i was that young.....he LOVED to fish too and I can honestly credit him for helping to plant that seed in me!
He was a cool dude,...and I'd be willing to bet he was the first person to take me out on a boat in Erie.....(and still to this day I hate wearing those big dorky orange life vests!!..LOL!!)
Thanks for the memories Mr.Bert!! We'll meet again someday, I'm sure!! Fish on!!
Fondly,
Mac