I know I haven’t seen or talked to you in many years, but I just returned home from our annual northwest Ontario fishing trip to Sandy Beach Lodge and just wanted to thank you for a fishing lesson you taught me nearly two decades ago.
It’s a lesson I have continued to digest every single August with our family shore lunches of pan-fried walleyes and northern pike. I can honestly say that there has not been a fishing trip that’s gone by that your sermon hasn’t popped to the surface like those Indiana childhood red-and-white bobbers that signaled a hooked bluegill. A lesson I am still attempting to apply to my life.
Motoring up to 25 years of marriage (and fishing together), Steve and I brought the girls (who are now young women and still love fishing) and our new son- in-law of four months.