My Dad passed away when I was 15, seems I hardly knew him at the time. Funny thing is I thought he was old (41).
I was the oldest of four at the time, pressure on me was to be the man of the family, so I quit school and started working to help Mom.
Dad was along with his Father and his youngest brother was my connection and lasting passion for fishing.
All have passed now, most recently (very, very recently) my Dad's youngest brother, my Uncle.
They taught me everything I knew about fishing, fly tying and rod building and inspired all I have learned since.
Happy Fathers day to them and all my friends here, the fathers here and their fathers and grandfathers before them..