Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Fishing with my dad was a real adventure. I'm not so sure he looked at it the same way. My sister and I were four and five and quite the problem kids ... I'm sure my dad thought. He would cut a cane pole for us and hook a horned toad to it for bait. Never caught a thing... and didn't even think to wonder why... It was just great to be with the best father in the world!!