It was an off-hand remark… “fishing pole” I said.
My dad, mild-mannered and rarely stern, went still. He turned and looked at me and in an even voice said “Rod, son. It is a rod.”
I’ve called it a “rod” since then and have made a point of sharing his wisdom.
Happy Father’s Day to the man who first put a fishing rod in my hand, told me where to cast, explained why and told me to keep the tip up and to keep tension on the fish. All good life lessons.
Dad’s First Sabalito
My dad’s best Bahamas fish
The Babine
Heading out in Abaco
Dad and Fred and a nice Lower Sac trout
Here’s to you dad.
Dad and Sam on the flats of Grand Bahama
Dad on the Metolius
Swing Time
Our first flat in Kauai
Celebrating getting there with a beer.
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Excellent blog.Thanks for this.I will also go fishing to my dad on next vacation.So,Your blog will be of great benefit to me. I hope it’s a lot of fun.Because my dad likes to catch fish.And I would love to make him happy.Thanks again.