A good bit of my foundation was laid from being on that boat. Any one who ever stepped on it never completely stepped off. Mom Mom and Pop Pop were always TEACHING the youngins and some grown how to bait hooks, take fish off the line and respect nature by learning about it. I can still remember sitting on that engine box as a kid heading up the river, the loud rumble made you shut up and take it all in. When you were old enough you got to sit on the bow, cut bait and remove the rope from your rod that was tied to the frame. Because of my grandparents praises every child that walked off the Catfish felt they caught the fish of the day. Sitting on dry land rotting, I realize its just a chunk of wood now without Mom Mom and Pop Pop at the helm.