FISH! Tales: Canada
As a kid, I always loved being near the water and dad had an old boat he kept in his father's junk-filled garage. Occasionally he would open the garage so we could see the boat, but we never took it out on the water.
Posted: June 7, 2011 | Read More
My dad and I fished together a lot over the years, starting when I was three or four years-old, and continuing until I left home after high school. He had fished with his dad and grandfather from the time he was three or four years-old as well. His mother died when he was five years-old, so he spent every summer with his grandparents at their cabin on a lake in Canada. As one can imagine, a lot of time was spent in the pursuit of the "big one."
Posted: June 9, 2011 | Read More
My dad and I were always avid fishermen; my brother Ed was "so-so" about fishing. Dad and I fished a lot locally, and always planned at least one annual fishing trip to Ontario, Canada.
Posted: July 7, 2011 | Read More
