Memories of my Dad in COLORADO
My dad said he ate so many trout from this area that he wanted to return the favor to the fish someday.
After his death, we were able to spread his ashes at his favorite secret fishing spot.
Family Summer of 1998.
2001, two of my best friends meet my dad's best friend, Dale.
On my father's invented race-track from decades earlier, I set the all-time lap record. Then I wrecked the IZUZU into some aspen trees. Worth it. Records are meant to be broken.
At night, we drank all of Dale's whiskey, smoked cigars, and shot the stars with a 3-screw revolver while laughing at stories.
Two days later, I caught my first fish of the year. Didn't realize it was fathers day until I was removing the barb from the mouth of my rainbow.