So today I took my dad out to a lake he always brought me to when I was young. We have been here so many times that even though it has been 19 years, I still know where the weed beds are. I motor about 13 yards from the edge of the weed bed and me and my dad cast some minnows on a small hook, with bobbers 3 feet above them. The bluegills and crappies are biting good. We don't even notice the jet skis and speed boats buzzing us as we talk about the old times. The sun is setting and I slowly pull the boat toward the landing as dad backs the trailer into the water.