Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Where it all Started....

My whole life I've always looked up to my dad. I've always been eager to spend time with him. My dad worked alot as I was growing up. The time I did spend with him was very important to me.
    My dad was into fishing. Big time. I loved when he would take me with him to fish or hunt for lures. He taught me a lot about fishing and I cherish those memories that we shared. Especially, when we would go out in the boat we shared some good times then. I always played with the worms whenever I got tired of not catching anything. I've never really been afraid to take my fish off the hook, but one day I pulled in a really small bass and when I went to take him off I got finned really really bad and then as I pulled away I got hooked. I was really really mad and had cuts all over my hands and my thumb was sore from taking fish off. So when I got back in the truck I began to complain to dad about my thumb being sore. He just told me that's how you know when you had a good fishin day. I just laughed. Now I just might be obssessed with fishing. Just like my dad. Always have been a daddy's girl.