I was around 7 years old. I had a hula popper tied about 6 feet behind a bobber. My older brother and his buddy took me out in front of our house on White Lake in Milford Michigan. A couple casts into the morning sunrise and a large slurp followed the irratic plurp of my hula popper. An eleven inch speck had been fooled by my crazy rig. From that day forward I was hooked on specks.