Aunt Patsy's - Harrison McCall #18

Usually, if someone says "going to aunt Patsy's," you can tell two things. One, they have an aunt named Patsy and tow, they are going to the living space (usually a house of some sort). Well, I do have an aunt named Patsy; however, when I say "aunt Patsy's" I am referring to the lake beside her house opposed to the actual house. Aunt Patsy's holds a special place in my heart because it is probably the lake I have fished the most. Back when my pop was around we would go fishing there constantly throughout the summer. We would catch boatloads of crappie, bream, and bass. I have countless memories attached to that place. That pond is where I learned most of what I know about fishing and I learned from the best, my pop. He was the best fisherman I have ever known and I think he is the only other person in my family who loved fishing as much as I do. Though, since my pop died about five years ago we haven't really gone there much. UNitl this year, that is. This year we went back over to Aunt Patsy's and it was great. The feels though, It was exactly as I remember. I was standing at the point where we launch the boat and remembering countless times watching my pop maneuver his truck and trailer around the levy, backing it in perfectly every time. I remember swimming right by the bank when I was little. The nostalgia hit me harder than a truck hits a gnat going 60 on the highway, but we were there to fish so that's what I was going to do. I certainly didn't waste time. The day started pretty slow, but as we figured out that the pond had become overrun by small bass we began to hit certain points and the fishing blew up. We were catching 1 to 2 pound bass left and right. It was fun and was great to go back to a place that felt like home.