Jenni called me at work, and Lunch Bucket begged for the chance to talk to me. After about five minutes, I realized it would be fun to record the rest of the call, so I did. This is about half of the call.
If someone had asked me in grade school what my dad did, I would probably have told them that my dad is a fisherman. I didn’t know what he did for work, but I did know that he was a fisherman in his free time. It was his favorite pastime, and he was really good at it. He didn’t much go for worm fishing, and he certainly was never big on plopping the line in the water and sitting back waiting for the line to pull. Dad was a fly fisher.
He loved fishing the rivers, outsmarting the fish using strategy and skill rather than passive chance. With fly fishing on a river, the fisher must cast the line upstream, getting the fly to float unsuspectingly over the best part of the fishing hole.
Dad also tied his own flies. This was itself quite a skill, as it took the most precise thread-work. He had a cool fly-tying kit, as well as materials for making flies, such as threads, feathers, animal fur, or whatever was necessary for the desired effect. The idea is to emulate as close as possible the look of a real fly. I remember him making Cadiss flies, Mayflies, and even ants and grasshoppers.
I remember one particular fishing trip when I was young where we Continue reading Tribute: I Love You, Dad!