03-01-2022, 01:14 AM
I grew up fishing on a little desert creek. Grasshoppers were king. May or may not of caught a few with my hands too. My dad took me to strawberry when I was about ten and we had a blast. First time in a boat and first time catching huge (to me anyway) fish. We never got into reels or special poles. Just used whatever we had. Fishing gear wasn’t in the budget in those days. But we sure had fun on Fish Lake or Utah Lake or Joe’s Valley. Fished a lot of creeks in the UNITA mnts. And all over Utah. Dad took me to Boulder mnt after turkeys but the brookies distracted us and we had a ball. When my grand dad passed away we got a couple old tackle boxes loaded with Mepps and stuff. Learned to catch bass with old yellow and red crank baits from that box. Ice fishing was our next adventure. Spent many a great day sitting on a bucket catching fish with my dad. No rent, no fish finder, no problem. After my first marriage ended he helped me heal with w bunch of ice trips to Schofield. I buried my dad on the 16th of February. He was a wonderful man and the best dad ever. Was a top hand and a tremendous sportsman. I will never wet a line without thinking of my Dad and the time he spent with me and my brothers in the outdoors. It’s my advice to never take things for granted because ya just never know how quick it can be over. I sure hope heaven has a creek so I can fish with dad again someday.