Remember my first fish. Heck I can't remember my last fish. I do however remember hanging a lot of my dads lures up in the cypress trees we were fishing under. Back then that river looked so wide. I have been back down to that river sitting at the marina having a beer and looking across the riveer remembering those times. That river sure doesn't look as wide now. Guess it shrank over time. It had been my dram for a long time to retire and the two of us to fish again when ever we wanted to. It wasn't to be. He passed a few years ago. There is so much I didn't pay attention to that I should have. Pay attention guys they will not always be there.


FISH ON