But, I remember a particular fishing trip at Flaming Gorge...It was me, Dad, and Jamie. We had sooo much fun. Jamie was playing the limbo on deck with "Chubby Checker". She would dance and dance to her choice of music.
Dad, of course, sat there arm on the steering wheel, shaking his head.
So, we were out on the rocks fishing. My dad was teaching me how to really fish. We were in a bass hot spot and determined to catch one. We were pretty dedicated anglers. Jamie was across the little cove from us...rockin' out on the rocks. As it started to rain, she was singing "Feels so goood comin' down" (Old 7-up commercial). Of course, she starts squealing because she accidentally caught a fish. We ran to help, but it was gone before we got there. She proved her method was the most effective by catching another just a couple minutes later.
Dad and I just sat there shaking our heads.
I love the Gorge. Cold mornings and chocolate licorice. Funny, I don't remember catching that much!
I love you Dad!
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NOW... that sounds like a great time! I guess you probably had more fun on that trip, since you do have actual memories!8)
I am a very good fisher. I once even caught one with my bare hands...serious! Anyhow what I recall the most was when it was raining and the boat was rocking and all of a sudden Dad came out of nowhere with a hockey mask on and scared the !*%#? out of me! Awww memories:) Oh and nothing compares to the greasy cowboy breakfast that you would make. Yum!
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