I recall Dad and I crossing a pasture to get to the north shore of Silver Lake near Aryshire. I had the tackle box and bucket. Dad had the rod/reel combinations. He was holding the rods (metal, of course) by the metal rather than the handles. This became important as he ducked under the electric fence, clearing it with his body, but forgetting about the "antennas" that he was holding.

Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.

Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)

Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.