There’s something special about going fishing as a kid. Lazy summer breezes, ripples on the pond, anticipation. There are life lessons to be gained through fishing, pertaining to success and failure, patience, and learning from experience.
And as great as fishing is, it’s even better with Dad.
My Dad taught me to tie a fisherman’s knot, bait a worm, cast a line and handle a caught fish with confidence. I have fond memories of those days, and they came back to me recently, as I watched this son and Dad fishing by the banks of the river.
My kids and me fishing at the local pond, way back in 1996. (Of course, I was on the other side of the camera, as usual!) I hope their memories are as happy and long-lasting as mine.
And one more thing: Thanks Dad.