I walk each morning to try and keep my blood pressure under control. I walked past a retention pond I have walked past hundreds of times. I looked at the retention pond and it brought back memories of fishing small ponds when I was a boy. This was about 60 to 65 years ago. There was nothing in this area but orange groves. I had come across an 8 ft wooden pram. My uncle built a trailer that I could put the pram on and pull it anywhere. Talk about having it made. I fished all the ponds in my area. It seemed like all the orange groves had a pond in it. I would pull that boat to a pond and catch bream, bass, specks and catfish. I forget what kind of reel I had could have been an old Shakespear. I also used a cane pole with a popping bug on the end. The ponds and lakes were crystal clear. I am still thinking about the good times as I am typing this. The big problem of the day was to figure out which pond to fish after I got out of school. Those were the days my friend.
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