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father's day fishing memory
Although this praise is being given postumously, I owe all my fishing experience to my dad. He was almost exclusively a freshwater man, but when He took me fishing, we had fun.
My most memerable moments of fishing with dad include a rather LARGE smallmouth down in Brewster (Dad thought he had hooked the anchor line), a 4-5 lb largemouth that launched itself into out boat RIGHT at my feet, and that one trip up to Maine in October about 5 years ago. We didn't catch any trout or salmon (what we wanted) but managed to catch a decent sized largemouth and a small white bass. These two fish became the subjects (along with dad holding them) of a "GOOD day, BAD day" photo presentation. I only wish my brothers and sisters enjoyed fishing (and talking) with dad as much as I did.
I acknowledge his memory whenever I wet a line.
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