For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. The lowland lake opener in Washington is this Saturday and I can't help but think of my first fishing memory. I was on a 12-foot aluminum row boat with my grandparents. It was April, 1973 and I was 5. It was chilly on Big Twin Lake that morning. I kept blowing on one hand, then the other, mimicking what I'd seen Dad do on a hunting trip 5-months earlier. "Watch your bobber!" He said quietly. "When it goes under, set the hook by whipping the tip of the pole back and up." With his whispered commentary, Grandpa showed me with his own pole. No sooner had the instructions been given when I turned my gaze to my disappearing bobber! I just sat there amazed at what I was seeing. But as my grandfather sternly instructed me to "Set the hook!", the float bobbed up to the surface and my first fish was gone. I was crushed! But knowing our prey, Grandpa correctly guessed the next move. "Careful," he said, "it might come back!" Sure enough, the bobber began to move through the water like it had a mind of its own. Hopefully you make some memories this weekend. Until next time, Good Fishing!