Fishing With Dad

One of my favorite memories as a child was going fishing with my brother and my father. We would take our poles out to various little lakes and streams and stay out in the wild catching trout and bluegill. It kept us out of trouble and you can sure be those were days when we didn’t watch too much television.

Now I get to take my own son fishing. It is a lot of fun, though I understand now why my dad wanted us to learn to handle our own tackle as quickly as possible. Sitting there doing nothing but monitoring the tackle for your kids can be a lot of work, though definitely worth it when you get to watch them reel in a big one.

I still enjoy fishing with my father. We don’t get to go out as much as we used to, mostly because we haven’t lived in the same state for a long time. Recently I moved much closer (thanks recession) so maybe there will be more chances to get together again. Maybe the three of us will be able to make some more happy memories that will get passed on down to another generation.