When I smell fish frying, country style potatoes cooking with onion. Or have a taste of Bourbon whiskey in coke pepsi I am transported back by the magic of memory.
I am five and a half, it is summer, Grandpa and I were just out fishing. He taught me how to move the boat with oars and hand signs for what he wanted. He then stood in the front with a casting rod and cast for bass. If I messed up and slurped water with the oars his head would swivel and his blue eyes would spear me clean down to my soul. Never a word, just that look.
He caught 2 large bass that night, at least 3 lbs plus both of them. Then he took us to a small cove and anchored up. Taught me the essentials of how to run a 9' fly rod, cane, with an automatic reel with the button right there under your little finger.
Then he sternly reminded me. If you go try to get wild and crazy, casting and making a mess. Either you will fall in, or knock me in, or you will hook one of us. And this here, will never happen again.
You sit there, keep your seat planted in the middle where I can watch you. Lift the rod like this, bobber swings in towards you, drop the rod tip, bobber swings out, set it on the water nice and quiet. When the bobber is gone, hit the button and hang on boy.
Wow, 30 seconds later I had my hands full of fly rod, and the biggest bull bluegill I had ever seen.
Made those ones we catch on the dock look like babys. We must have caught 10 to 15 each, cleaned them, then grandma cooked them.
Mighty fine eating and still one of my all time favorites. Nice fresh clean bluegills rolled in cornmeal and cooked up golden brown.
In the last 2 years I have almost drunk a whole half gallon of bourbon just reliving that memory.
I don't reckon that's too much. Happens maybe once a month.
IMO the only thing better than those bluegill are black crappie caught in winter through the ice, out of 35 degree water into 31 degree snow and kept there until cleaned.