14 years ago in April I lost my Dad. My longtime good friend and fishing buddy came and got me and took my ass fishing to get me out of the house a couple weeks later on May 7. I caught a 10.2# largemouth that day. We gone fishing just about year since on May 7. For me it isn’t about the fish, but its what fishing and friendship is all about. (Although we did name the fish Matilda) Today, I’m needing to get out for a similar reason, and guess whose boat I’m fishing out of today?

Birddog is a pretty good fishing buddy, as long as don’t have to look at him to much. Which is why I sit in front.

Tight lines, amigos!

BKb