My mother came to me with this photo the other day and the memories came flooding back to me. When my mother would take us shopping as children I would always plead to be left at the river for a while with a bag and a stick. I would spend hours catching stickle backs until my mother became impatient to get home with the many shopping bags. The picture is of my exploits as a 7 year old catching little fish, I soon turned in the bag for a rod when my aunt from Mary hill gave me a rod for christmas.