I grew up in the Renton highlands and my older brother and I would walk about a mile down to May Creek to fish for trout. We had no real fishing gear to speak of. There was a little market on Sunset Hwy right by our house that sold a little bit of stuff, but we had no money to buy anything. Usually all we had was some mono, a stick and a safety pin.
We would dig some worms and off we'd go.
I still can't believe my mom would let a 5 and 7 year old go off like that, but I think it was a little safer for kids in those days.
Man, what memories that brings back!