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.
8 comments:
Love your photo~Your dad was a handsome man.
Now I know why you like fishing so much and I bet your good at it.
@Stopsign - Thanks.
Indeed! Nice post!
@Keads - Thank.
Great post, Supi! Thanks for sharing a little bit about your dad. Fishing is fun.
I hope you and your family had a wonderful time celebrating today. Happy Father's Day, Supi!
Until 1991 my father would visit me in Truckee. What did we do? Why fish every day of course.
Supi,
Didn't fish with my dad except a few times. Our thing was amateur radio (a hobby I love to this day!) and -- of course -- airplanes.
Nice looking picture of a dashing lieutenant. As I recall, past conversations you indicated your dad was a pilot. Those wings look sorta like navigator or bombardier wings or, probably, my old eyes are failing.
All the best.
~TWP
Odie - If I ever get back to part of the country, we can go fishing.
TWP - Radio sounds just as fun as fishing. It is definitely pilot wings.
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