Patrick Kuhl: Let's go fishing, buddy  News-DemocratMarch 17,
2013   If you were catfish or a carp in Silver Creek, this was
the time of year to make out your will.  The Kuhls were getting
their fishing gear down from the garage rafters. And, with a few
minor adjustments -- new line here, a broken bobber replaced
there -- we'd be coming after you soon.  With a more than full-
time job, eight kids and unending handyman duties, Pop was a
busy guy so there wasn't really much time to go fishing. But on
a warm spring night when he came home with that look in his eye
and said, "Let's go fishing, buddy," the gear had to be ready to
roll.  When I was very young, there were just bamboo cane poles.
That's all we needed for fishing in a creek that was less than
two cane poles wide.  "Don't need any fancy rods and reels," Pop
said. Just a cane pole, a few juicy wigglers dug from the
garden, some weeds to chew on while we waited for a whopper to
pull down the bobber, and a heaping helping of patience.  The
cane poles came