Please forgive this post, but I've been thinking about doing it for some time....

I taught my oldest to fly fish when he was 8 years old. He is soon to turn 20 and is back from college for the summer.

On the day he left for school, I told mamma that we had to run an errand. We went to our favorite pond for one last quick bluegill. As we were leaving, he told me "Thanks for teaching me to fly fish, Dad".

Nope, Thank you son.

Thanks for being my fishing partner for the past twelve years.

This is how we spent our 4th of July this year. My youngest son was in NYC with his youth group, so I'll have to post pictures of my other fishing partner in another thread.



These were our last two fish of the day (a double).