tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630412.post1606592974966529290..comments2023-11-05T06:52:58.101-05:00Comments on Fish or Cut Bait: My DadFishrCutB8http://www.blogger.com/profile/01796633855881631465noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630412.post-28032633971213787902009-06-25T10:51:35.286-04:002009-06-25T10:51:35.286-04:00I never read Father's Day posts until much lat...I never read Father's Day posts until much later. Having lost my Dad when I was only 16- it's still a bitter day. Thank you for sharing that- I can imagine that your Dad was watching to make sure you were safe, all the while willing his strength and determination over to you, proud when he saw you come out of that water. You had a great example that you're living up to. Good job Dad. Little Fish is lucky to have you.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09322721688146048304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630412.post-11520330760861435072009-06-24T23:30:26.269-04:002009-06-24T23:30:26.269-04:00Awesome story Fishr. A really nice read.Awesome story Fishr. A really nice read.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14630412.post-68657561337616742352009-06-23T09:35:56.024-04:002009-06-23T09:35:56.024-04:00Great story, thanks for sharing.
Reminds me some...Great story, thanks for sharing. <br /><br />Reminds me somewhat of my first deer hunting trip. I was 13 and I shot a deer. I was alone on my stand, and as I walked up to the deer, I realized, "what now." I too yelled "dad," but the difference is, thankfully, he came down and helped me gut the thing.Fishmagichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11200873595976632115noreply@blogger.com