My Mom taught me how to fish when I was a little girl. We had a small creek that ran through the back of the property. I loved the rare opportunities I got to run out and grab my fishing pole and dig up a couple worms and head to the creek. I learned quickly where the wily little brook trout loved to hang out in the deep pools and under the cut outs in the bank. I had no style of course, I just dangled the worm in until I got a bite and yanked! Most of the time I got nothing, but sometimes a fat little trout would come flying out and land in the bushes behind me. The even got stuck in trees sometimes. I bet those trout wondered what the heck happened! I would run home with the fish to show my Mom most of the time. We kept and ate the bigger ones and the little ones we put in the pond that my stepfather had made. I would love to go fish in that pond now, I bet it is full of trout!