KEEPERS

When I was a kid, I would spend every waking minute fishing. I knew where to find bass, pickerel, and trout and pedaled my Huffy 10-speed to each spot, all different, all magical, all still largely untouched in the late 70s.

Once in a great while, when I’d catch a fat bass or find several eager trout, I’d pull a stringer from my tackle box and clip my h…