One summer when I was in high school, I drove past a car dealership and there was an old bass boat parked on the end. I pulled in to look at it and the owner came out to talk to me about it.

After a few minutes, he grabbed a set of rabbit ears so I could see the outboard run. It started up fine and all the electronics worked, so I came back with a check for the boat a few days later.

For the remainder of that summer, I would fish whenever I had days off. I got to know Little Lake, also known as Cayuta Lake, like the back of my hand.