A typical day of my youth would be, come home from school, drop my books on the nearest chair, go to the kitchen, eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, drink a glass of milk, go to the back porch, grab my fishing rod, call Shag and Clinker( my dogs) and head for the creek. And — be home at supper time !
Pretty much spoiled by Mom and Dad, but they always knew where I was and knew I wouldn’t get into too much trouble there. They didn’t know, nor did I, that this would lead to the love of creating ” The Artistry of Trout”.