Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Father's Day
My dad started my how to fish training when I was 6 weeks old. He would hold me while he fished. My dad had a real thing about fishing in the High Sierras in August. He loved fishing during the day and watching the Perseid at night. My dad taught me how to put on a swivel, weight, fish hook and worm on my fishing line before teaching me how to tie my shoes.
One time when I was a kid, I slid down this rain drenched hill into the lake's algae muck. Dad gave me a college level geological lecture on soggy mud hill landslides and its dangers. It was complete with diagrams and mathematical formulas beyond my years. After his lecture was done, he sent me to campground faucet to wash off.
Happy Father's Day to dads everywhere.