That's my grandfather at the motor, my dad in the middle and me in the background. Lake Of The Woods Ontario 1964. I was eleven years old.
Those guys got my fishing jones started when I was nine and I still can't get enough. We made the trip to Ontario each year. They put up with my wise ass attitude.
Dad can barely walk now let alone climb into a boat from the pier. His fishing days are over.
Last week I collected all the photos of us fishing in Canada from the early 60's to the present. Then I went to a local arts and crafts store and bought a photo album. I scanned and color corrected the old photos and more recent film snapshot prints so no negatives will ever be needed. After printing them out at Kinko's they were cut out and placed in the album in chronological order. I plan on giving it to him later today.
I can never thank him enough for everything he taught me about fishing. And life.
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