I can remember a time not so long ago when I went fishing with my best friend Benny who is also my husband. We would go down to the lake in our little boat with fishing poles and cold drinks in hand. Our bait was live crickets. I would stick my hand down in the cricket cage and they would climb my fingers with their scratchy little legs. I would bait them on the hook and if we were lucky would go home with supper.
There is no better place or time than spending the evening fishing with
your best friend down on the lake.