I was about nine years old. Dad cut a package of old green level line in half. Half for him and half for me. We strung the line through the Kansas bass rods, the only rods we were familiar with and wrapped the excess around the butt end of the rods. Tennis shoes and jeans were our waders. Look out North Henson Creek, here we come! We caught a lot of fish.
I was self-taught and learned to read the water out of hunger - no long casts here.
Dad brought us to Lake City for the first time in the middle '60s. We camped at Capital City in various arrays of one-wheeled camping trailers, tents, and lean-tos. We hiked all the mountains and fished all the streams that the old Ford sedan could get us close enough to.
Gayle and I moved to Lake City on April 28, 1980. Here we raised three children, ran a resort business, and made a lot of friends. We haven't left yet! I've enjoyed all the fur, fish, and antlers that Lake City can throw at you. I'm an elder at Grace Fellowship. God's Word, our justification and eternal hope that is in Christ, is what truly satisfies .. and then He is so good from time to time to let me catch a trout.
