Fishing Brings Smiles No Matter the Age

From the moment we reach the bank of the Susquehanna River, the memories begin to flow by like the mud-tinged green water.

Time blurs back to scenes of the 1950s.

In my mind, a burr-headed, 8-year-old boy and his father stand on twin rocks jutting into the Sandusky River in north-central Ohio and drop lines from bamboo poles. They haul in baby bullheads barely six inches long to the delight of the boy and the disappointment of the father hoping for a family fish fry that evening.