Dad...I grew up on Lake Musconetcong. One day the old man tossed me off the dock to teach me to swim so I wouldn't drown if I fell off the dock fishing
what can I say, it was the sixties. Then when I got older and could loose my lunch over the rail without dropping my rod he took me on the Shamrock for fluke and mackerel...and in spite of some emotional baggage and a few prescription grade issues I have nothing but great memories and wouldn't want to do it any differently.
Kids today are such wiennies
