re: Best outdoor memory with dad or grandfathers

Late 70's - my dad had a camp in Dulac - went out one weekend in squally (sp?) weather - fished in heavy rain, but oddly enough, light winds and no lightning. Waterspouts everywhere. At one point we had three on the water. Old man kept an eye out for an escape route, but we weren't leaving because we were pulling trout in the boat as fast as we could cast and reel in. Fishing with shad rigs, it was cast, count to two, and set the hooks. Two at a time. We ran out of ice chest space, the floor was covered in trout. I haven't fished in rain like that since, I guess the rain drops hitting the water put the trout in a literal frenzy.