Fishing with my buddy Mike in Vermont was a blast. That was only a precursor of the rest of a great week to come. Today marked the end of my oldest son's baseball season. I have been fortunate to coach his Farm ball team for a 2nd year. This year, we had a great bunch of kids, good parents and an amazing season.
|Hot Rods...coolest Farm team name ever!|
|top that dad!|
One the eve of Father's Day, this is one of those days that I will file away and reach back for the memory when I start to get swamped by the trivial things. I have been blessed with 2 spectacular young boys, each amazing in the own way. Boys, don't forget to take the time to enjoy that which is most important...your family. I blinked and you turned 8 Declan and now Nate will be 7 next week. I am afraid to blink again for I fear you will be older than I am ready to accept. It will indeed be a Happy Father's Day for me as I hope it will be for all of you!
I almost forgot to mention that Wednesday early morning was off the charts for streamer action. I'm beginning to sound like a broken record but the H-A snare streamer struck again...and again...and again. I was on the water by 5am with plans to stay about 3 hours as I had meetings during the day. The fishing was so good over the first 90 minutes that I actually walked away on a hot streak. The piggy below taped out at 21" and was solid.