Originally Posted By: Smalma
Don't know about the piece of bone but did begin my angling career terrorizing cutthroat in small creeks with a willow switch, 4 foot piece of string, a # 8 hook and can of worms dug in the garden. And yes the can holding those worms was one of those flat tobacco cans (thanks to an uncle that rolled his own) that fit in our shirt pockets.

Great times and remember those hooks being pretty precious and if snagged considerable effort was spend to retrieve that hook.

Curt


Oh to be kids again....fishing the little creeks running through Edmonds. No bulls in the pastures ala Patrick McManus' stories but a couple of milk cows! Then there was crawling around under the ferry dock (now certainly some sort of Federal offense) for a variety of bottomfish which went home in the basket of the bike. The really good end of those adventures: (1) never arrested, (2) never fell off the dock and (3) despite all of the creosote no skin cancer. Oh, and a lot of that dock fishing was with a cuttyhunk hand line.
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