i hope it's allowed to honor my dad even though been gone 35 years. i'm blessed to be able to fish the same areas that daddy and i fished together from time i was old nuff to be carried in his arms or on his shoulders to some cove or even creek dad was a bank fishermen. sometimes when i'm floating some place like today at mallard it's like i can still see daddy sitting on that rocky point doing what he loved. i wonder what he would think today sitting with me in my high tech bass boat ''drowning'' minners or worms. i'm betting if there is fish in river of life up there they dont watch daddy close he be wetting a hook. miss him every day and i take my sister fishing every chance we get even manage get her in my boat. we visit with my pappa's memory. he taught me lot about fishing and more about living my life.