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.
Call me crazy , but something about getting heat stroke , eaten alive by mosquitos and no see ums, getting sliced open in the mangroves , all while walking the tarpon estuaries is just the cats pajamas Posted by Comprehensive_One_23