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.