Pushing through the screen door was like stepping into another world for a 10 year old boy. A bell on the door would ring to announce your arrival as it was opened, and the sound of the aerator in the minnow tank made from an old Claw-foot cast iron enameled bathtub would register just about the same moment as the spring on the door would pull it shut with a loud bang.
I always look forward to the, Whip Finish" articles. Our younger year mental pictures, visions, smells, and the mixture of family members, excited-commitment to fishing trips carry us more than we might realize. My Dad’s parting comment on a phone call was always, “hold the minnow seine”. . .