I grew up in the Willamette Valley, fishing in Detroit Lake and crabbing in Yaquina Bay. My grandfather knew all the tricks and out-fished and out-crabbed most others on any given day. Thanks, gramps!

I'm pretty sure there is still a photo of my brother up at Kane's Landing on Detroit Lake, with a huge grin and a looooong stringer of trout taller than himself, all taken on one of my grandfather's outings. He eventually gave his boat to my brother.

I really didn't go fishing on my own until after college. My dad introduced me to the insanity that is bank fishing for sturgeon.