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Both my sons and my daughters fished with me...My youngest son had a knack for napping and waking just in time to cast to the right spot..
My oldest boy used to get deathly ill as soon as he stepped into the boat...it never stopped him... I remember one day when it was real choppy and we were catching macs for bait... David had been heaving over the side from the moment we left the dock and his brother was hauling macs over the side hand over fist... needling his brother with every one... David picked himself up off the deck and with the true spirit of a fisherman proceed to out fish his brother between bouts of sea sickness... when his tally was sufficient that he felt he couldn't be caught he laid down on the deck of the boat...I
My youngest Daughter did project in school ( when she was 10) where she did a photo of a night of striper fishing with Dad...it hung in my office for 22 years...I gave it to her Daughter when she turned 10...
I miss fishing with my children.. they live far away and visits are usually during the winter months...
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