KIDS & BASSIN’

With summer in full swing and a good cicada hatch upon us, I couldn’t help but think hard about bass. It’d been a while since I’d chased them and nostalgia had seeped in, flooding my mind with memories of shady, clear water pools on the river I cut my bass-fishing teeth on.

In the time that’d passed since I’d last been to that waterway, my nephew Archie had gotten the hang of spin gear. He hadn’t seen the bass country though and was keen on an adventure; so he and my young pup Muc signed on as canoe-mates.

I was pretty confident of finding fish given the amount of time I’d spent on the river. This would stand me in good stead for getting Archie onto them; and I knew that the scenery alone would be an eye-opener. Add to that some camp fires, swags and a couple of good