Some of my fondest boyhood memories were cane pole fishing with my Mom and Dad. Neither one are with me any more but their memories are most vivid when I go down to my pond with a cane pole and a can of worms and see what I can catch. The years seem to shed away and I am almost a kid again.
This is exactly what I was going to type. Fondest memories of my brother and I walking out to my papa's farm pond after digging for worms behind the barn. Seems we always caught something. Being on (or beside) the water is very relaxing.
