I remember growing up when dad on the weekends would be up and out of the house heading to his favorite fishing hole before us kids were out of bed. He'd come home with his catch for the day and a sunburn except around his eyes where he wore is aviator style sunglasses. I miss his fishing stories and the fish that got away.
I have dad's old fishing tackle box and I created some fishing still life photos with his gear.
Dad was more into fly fishing than using fishing lures. I remember seeing dad at his fly fishing desk creating some amazing flies using feathers, fur, threads various hook sizes, and some paint. Dad was super talented and I'm so glad that rubbed off on me. I miss him dearly. Love you Dad!
Have a wonderful week!