I lost my mentor, my dad, last year. He introduced me to fishing and gave me that wonderful gift. The best I ever got from him. He landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day. He drove a LST and dropped guys off. The horrors he saw that day must have been insermountable. That is what lead him to his heavy drinking I believe. But a long story short. Even battling his demons, whenever we fished it all seemed to disappear. That sparkle in his eye when we were getting ready all day till we came home never left. That is exactly why I will take a kid fishing anytime. To see that same sparkle and wonder that God has given us. Like someone has said in the past, "It's not the destination of a journey, it's about the journey itself." I hold myself to higher standards than our government does when it comes to fishing. I use the rules and regulations as a guideline to what I really should be doing to preserve the fisheries so that youth can experience the same great wonder and awe that I did as a kid. I guess when it comes to fishing I never grew up.......And I never will.