Yesterday would have been my Dad’s 79th birthday. He taught us everything about fishing. How to tie a line and wait patiently for a bite. In his final days, we took him out one last time. We cast the line for him, but he insisted on reeling in the fish himself. That simple moment meant everything.
Inhaled the hook and cut the vein that runs blood through the gills and bled out before getting released. Also had two separate hooks in it's mouth one with a fresh worm on it. Posted by spooderman467