Here's another one I found when looking for the striper picture:
I think I was 13 in this one, and those fish came from Merritt's Mill Pond near Marianna, FL on a 2 day trip. The place was absolute wilderness back then, but it looks like there is a city around it now. I think this is the only picture that I have of the homemade camper that my father built from a truck body, though you can't see all of it. It's also the only picture I have of Sport, who isn't posing very well but he was a fine bird dog. I can see a corner of the 65 Impala that we used to pull the camper. It looks like my parents didn't worry too much about my pants being long enough; I had probably hit a growth spurt.
I remember my father catching the big grinnel at the bottom of the stringer. He got the fish into the boat and then he jumped right out and he had to fight him some more. Grinnels and gars were always brought home and buried in the garden. No sense wasting fertilizer.