This past Father's Day, I was treated to a number of gifts and thoughts that truly made the day a special one. From BBQ essentials and a wonderful family display, to a picnic breakfast in the park and gift cards to places that sell fly fishing gear. I was a truly blessed father. A fact that didn't come as a shock, since I already knew that. My youngest son then proposed the main part of his gift, which was to declare the schedule as well. I was to be treated to breakfast, and then I would be taking him fly fishing. "But we have to go where we can get in the water", was his stipulation. Meaning, we needed to be fishing a stream for trout. I smiled and agreed, knowing full well the implication was that I would be the guide/ untangler/ net guy for the day. A task in itself that isn't all bad however, and I accepted it with a smile.