It was like "A River Runs Through it" this weekend

[parker23]

I am heading down to Florida in a few weeks to fish w/dad.
He kicks my butt all too often fishing up here or in the south.

Dad still has the 64# bass he caught in 1966 at Sakonnet pt on the wall at their house in Swansea,Ma. The old style trophy mounts using the skin and bones is remarkable. This fish is 38 years old and looks like she was caught yesterday. I have a picture on my mantle w/ me standing next to dad and the fish. Dad is 6' and the gills are at his chin and the tail is on the grass. That fish was weighed 4 hours after she was caught, I wonder what she weighed when she came out of the water.

I still remember my first big fish I caught with my father. Early May morning, live herring netted the night before. We were fishing an early season hole letting the herring swim among the rocks in 20ft of water. My line goes slack and my herring is flapping around on the surface, Dad says, don't do anything till I tell you to set the hook. I was seven years old and had my first 35# bass. My mother sent the pic to the local paper and I was a celebrity of sorts for the last month of school. 32 years later I am still looking for a fish that will rival my dad's. I hope that day never comes, I like telling the story of the biggest bass I ever saw, that still lives in my parents living room.