When I was a child I made happy memories. These are mine for as long as I live. My grandparents taught me the joy of fishing. In the summer they would go at least 4 times a week. There was a place we would go that we called "fishery hill". It was always my favorite place to fish on the river. There was a narrow road through the woods that we had to travel on to get there. It was very sandy and if you weren't careful you would get stuck, which we did quite a lot. Then it was a trek somewhere for help. Anyway to get back to fishing. The hill we went down to the river was very steep, and if you weren't careful you might get there too soon, like a stumble and a roll down hill. At this place there are hugh rocks some in the river that you can't see except at low water. And there was a place just past the rocks that was pretty deep. There are some hugh rocks beside the river there and one of my favorite places to fish was on top of one of those rocks. Another place to fish was just below a small spring that came out of the rocks there. It was very good water when you got thirsty. I drank water there many times over the years. We always cleaned it out first thing when we got there. By the time we were thirsty, it was cold and clear. The fishing was great there and I lost my first fish there. I was so upset I cried and cried. My grandad told me I would catch another one, and I did, six that day. I wish I could go back there now but it belongs to someone else now, and there's a fine house where I once fished. I can still drift down the river in a boat and fish there. Everytime I go by I remember the good times.