I came up on a freshwater lake up in the Northeast.
I got my fishing and boating license when I was ten and I was off to the races after that to fish appreciate my Grandpa taught me. All of us went out twice with my sister and ran into a watermelon bass hole and pulled up 69 fish within an hour or several. It took quite a while to filet all the fish however when the two of us finished the both of us had 1 of the best fish suppers I have ever had. Stanley was a master at frying up some fish so they were crispy and juicy. I remember him heating up the oil while cooling off with a nice ice cold beer. I would stand in front of the supper table waiting for the first filet to come out of the boiling oil so I could care about the fruits of our labor. All of us had a wood burning and dual use gas furnace in the kitchen that would heat up the beach house to a cozy climate while the two of us feasted on the soft white meat. All of us never ran out of fish in that lake house as the two of us had a backup fridge just for storing the fish the two of us caught, it was absolutely filled with fish year round. I can still odor the musty air in the frigid basement that had absolutely no heating or air conditioner, it was just an outdated basement with its lovely and primitive beauty. Some of my greatest memories in life came from those nights I spent at my grandma’s house. I’ll never forget them and I’ll always recognize dearly those souls from my distant past.