My most memorable day fishing. My dad dropped me (11 years old), my brother (7 years old) and my cousin (8 years old) off at a lake on his way to work. It was about 5:30 a.m. and about 70 degrees, in March, I believe. About 7 a.m. the wind began blowing and about 10 a.m., it began to snow. Around 1 p.m., we had 1 inch of snow on the ground and our redworms had frozen. Didn't get a bite all day. We'd never been so glad to see dad at 3:30. We were all wearing short sleeves..
Ken