Recently, after a few profound reminders of how precious and uncertain life really is, I decided it was way overdue to get Dad back in the boat on the quest for his first musky.
With the December temps pushing 70, it was a great afternoon to get out in the sunshine on a peaceful stretch of river.
My father has begun losing his vision in the past year, so we worked on a routine of how to get him situated in the boat to become more familiar each time we go out, as his sight dwindles.
I managed to hook a smaller fish in the first 5 minutes of fishing, but that was our only opportunity of the day. Dad swung a few hard hooksets like a major league batter---pulling up a clump of leaves or a small branch from the river bottom. With that enthusiasm, I just know he'll get his fish on one of the next few trips. Still, it was great to get out with Dad and enjoy the beauty of God's creation.
