FISH! Tales: Southwest
I was around 8 years-old when my dad started taking me out fishing on Saturdays. We'd get up around 4:00 AM, put on the coffee percolator — too bad they're out-of-style now-a-days — and get ready. I loved that smell.
Posted: June 10, 2011 | Read More
Since I'm becoming an old coot, I can no longer remember how old I was, when I caught my first fish. I'll venture a guess that I was seven years-old which, by the way, was fifty-eight years ago.
Posted: June 14, 2011 | Read More
