Fro g days of
summer
By Marsha Mundy
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42 | Salt | Summer 2012
n a hot, muggy day in the middle of the summer of 1982 my oldest son, David, could almost always be found around the small lake that was situated outside the back door of our home in Union, Ky. As a family, we had been fishing in lakes and farm ponds from Canada to southern Kentucky and at 12years-old, David was a pretty fair fisherman. A fishing trip in 1977 to Rice Lake in Canada had given all four of us "fishing fever." It was like fishing in a barrel when we took the small Jon boat out on the lake. The fish were biting as fast as we could bait a hook and get it in the water. Our evenings were spent cleaning the fish, eating them and preparing them for a trip home. We brought a large cooler of fish back to Ohio when our vacation was over and we were "hooked."
Waiting for a bite Aaron Mundy, left, and his cousin, Denver Steward, are waiting for a bite as they fish a farm pond in Springfield, Ohio.