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Hey, thanks for that. I'm the son, too, and while mine isn't so much the fisherman, he knows fishing, also a vet (Korean Conflict) most importantly my best friend and Best Man at my wedding. I am fortunate to be there for him now that he's into a chemo regimen (Myeloma) and slowly let him accept my help...he needs the help, but like many like him won't ask, ya just gotta say, "Dad, I'm doing this!" And then his stubborn, Yankee, Washashore SOB self bundles up and attempts to come out and help just rake his damn leaves, and I say, "Dad! I got this, trust me, your yard's going to be the envy of the neighborhood." And then he gave me that look like when I was 17 and wanted to go to the high school football game on a Fall Saturday, but had to rake the yard first (my chore). Sort of a, "Why are you doing this to me," moment, but sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do, and someday if you're lucky, you realize the old man wasn't so hardass, the was just prepping you for the day he couldn't do it himself. In another week I'm going to be thankful for those who do for those that have difficulty doing for themselves, and for those who still take them fishing.
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