I've been fishing the lily-ringed pond behind me in this photo for as long as I can remember. When my dad was a kid it was part of a working farm, and all you had to do to fish it was ask the farmer's permission, which was always granted (you know, the good old days). According to dad, the bass in there back then were massive. By the time I started fishing it with him and my grandfather, the farm was long shut down and overgrown, but if you were willing to take a long walk, you could still access the pond. From the time I was little right through college, I always caught bass here, but nothing big, and fewer and fewer each year. Eventually, I decided there were just too many better places to fish, so I stopped showing up. It had been easily ten years since I cast a line in the old farm pond.