Going back to memories from childhood, fishing with a cane pole was such an adventure. No fancy lures, expensive rod and reels, depth finders, just good old fashioned luck.
Spent time digging up worms and finding an old tin can from Mom that she threw out or maybe something you found in the woods. Walking down to the river on a warm sunny day with good friends perhaps. This picture is my husband in the middle, his brother Kenny on his left, the little guy on the right is Billy a friend. Circa 1954. Hubby said if the fish were not biting they would leave and jump on their bicycles.
Isn't that the cutest cowboy you have ever seen?????