As a son of the rural south, I have always look forward to spring and all it affords those who love to get into the outdoors to enjoy what the Good Lord has provided.

For me, that always meant that I'm spooling new line on my reels, getting them cleaned and lubricated, checking my tackle boxes taking inventory of what lures need new hooks and skirts and what needs to be replaced. Springtime means that bass, crappie and bream are headed for the shallows to spawn and wild horses couldn't keep me away.