Monochrome Monday: Happy Birthday Dad

We often thought of my dad as a fisherman. In reality, he fished 2-3 weeks per year. He was much more a carpenter. He worked with wood most of the other 50 weeks in the year. A jack of all trades, there wasn’t a broken item he couldn’t fix or a woodworking project he didn’t…

Happy Birthday Dad!

This picture was taken in Canada on the annual fishing trip, one of the last times he made the long journey to the North woods. It was one of his favorite adventures of the year, one he rarely missed over the course of  40 years. He liked to heave the man lures, as he called…

Lunker #2

Some days on the lakes in Canada the weather makes fishing tough. Inclement weather isn’t the problem. The problem comes when the sun is shining and the temps rise. With the glare of the sun and the, the Northern Pike tend to go deeper and stop feeding. Plus sitting in direct overhead sunlight and having…

Hooked by a Fish

Brian was 13 and it was his Canadian first fishing trip with the men. There was some reluctance by my dad to bring him because he thought a 13 year old would be too much maintenance on what should be a relaxing trip. To convince my dad, I told him I would accept full responsibility…