tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post712817532228179735..comments2024-01-04T19:29:46.884-06:00Comments on The Not-Writing Spectacle: Thursday This n That - Fishing n Dad EditionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-62999986553815701422016-06-03T02:57:42.312-05:002016-06-03T02:57:42.312-05:00I've never been fishing, either with or withou...I've never been fishing, either with or without my Dad. His passion was golf and he tried to teach me. According to him I was quite good when I was about 9, but sadly I wasn't really interested. My Dad would have been 77 in January. Fran Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11079042659459259795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-91740279337101372012016-06-02T10:29:43.526-05:002016-06-02T10:29:43.526-05:00My dad liked to fish. We used to go out to stock p...My dad liked to fish. We used to go out to stock ponds on the ranches of friends. I used a cane pole and a bobber. Then Dad discovered trout fishing. Every trip to Colorado involved a stream, fly casting, and trout. I remember one summer, we overheard the Fish & Game guys talk about dumping a load of trout into the stream feeding the lake where our campground was located. By the time we got back to the Airstream and loaded up fishing gear, it was raining. We stood under the bridge where the stream fed into the lake and to make it sporting, I picked out a specific trout and Dad had to catch it. Any other trout was released. It was a fun afternoon. Dad would be 98 his next birthday. Hard to believe he's been gone 20 years. :/Silver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.com