Dad’s Day Part 1 is for my most loyal reader and about my most loyal reader….
I don’t really remember what my dad preferred to do on father’s day. It was probably something close to what he does now, head to the coast and do some fishing (not that he got to do that back when I was a kid). I know we didn’t torture him with ties each year, in fact I recall one year heading up a campaign to buy him this flat acrylic thing that had sand and blue liquid in it that you put on your desk and it would wave back and forth. I can’t for the life of me remember what it was called but for some reason I thought he would really want one of those. A few years ago I found him a really interesting tackle box, it looked like a cd holder with sleeves and you could use it to store leaders, lures, hooks etc. That turned out to be pretty practical. This year I didn’t manage to get even a sappy Hallmark in the mail but I did get to do a weekend of fishing in last weekend (and yes, I totally made sure I called him).
It was really windy throughout the entire weekend though which made fishing hard, well at least the catching of the fish part hard. I’m sure he know this but just getting to go fishing with him is a lot of fun, catching fish just makes it more fun. Dad tried just about every spot he could think of and we covered about 55 miles (that’s a lot of real estate in the water folks) but didn’t catch much of anything. Actually dad did but he refused to let me take a picture of his catch. Matter of fact when I reached for my phone to take the picture dad produced lighting fast reflexes and got his catch off the line and back into the water. The fish wasn’t ugly, in fact it was kind of cute. We did eat some good food that weekend and have fun and I can’t wait to do it again. Check back tomorrow for the other guy I know who is a dad…
My dad with his dad (my Popa)
Dad’s Day Part 1 is for my most loyal reader and about my most loyal reader….
I don’t really remember what my dad preferred to do on father’s day. It was probably something close to what he does now, head to the coast and do some fishing (not that he got to do that back when I was a kid). I know we didn’t torture him with ties each year, in fact I recall one year heading up a campaign to buy him this flat acrylic thing that had sand and blue liquid in it that you put on your desk and it would wave back and forth. I can’t for the life of me remember what it was called but for some reason I thought he would really want one of those. A few years ago I found him a really interesting tackle box, it looked like a cd holder with sleeves and you could use it to store leaders, lures, hooks etc. That turned out to be pretty practical. This year I didn’t manage to get even a sappy Hallmark in the mail but I did get to do a weekend of fishing in last weekend (and yes, I totally made sure I called him).
It was really windy throughout the entire weekend though which made fishing hard, well at least the catching of the fish part hard. I’m sure he know this but just getting to go fishing with him is a lot of fun, catching fish just makes it more fun. Dad tried just about every spot he could think of and we covered about 55 miles (that’s a lot of real estate in the water folks) but didn’t catch much of anything. Actually dad did but he refused to let me take a picture of his catch. Matter of fact when I reached for my phone to take the picture dad produced lighting fast reflexes and got his catch off the line and back into the water. The fish wasn’t ugly, in fact it was kind of cute. We did eat some good food that weekend and have fun and I can’t wait to do it again. Check back tomorrow for the other guy I know who is a dad…
My dad with his dad (my Popa)
