One of my father's favorite things was fishing. He loved taking me and my sister out, teaching us, and just spending time with us. Lord help me, I tried, but I just didn't enjoy fishing. Dad passed away almost 10 years ago from cancer and I find that I really miss those quiet days on the bank with him more and more.
So with dad's spirit riding shotgun, I took my son Jack on his first fishing trip yesterday to the Filer Ponds. We didn't catch anything, but we had a good time!