As a kid my dad took me fishing, and while we didn't always catch a lot, he taught me to love fishing. I remember not being able to lift his huge tackle box as a kid, and he'd have me carry light weight stuff to the boat. Years later when his heart went bad, it was me carrying all the stuff to the boat and me just getting him into the boat. Complete role reversal, but I miss it. Even now I look to the front of the boat for him, and he's been gone 15 yrs. Since I'm fishing the same waters with my boys now (Buckhorn lake) I love it when my kids will say "Isn't this where Gramps caught that muskie?" Even though he was gone before they were born, it's as though they know him. I'm sure he smiles at the thought, just as I do.