Father's day is whatever day looks like better weather.
Today marks the second time Claire and I have stayed up late hunting worms by flashlight and stored them in an old sour cream container in the fridge until morning, only to find that when we get to the river the next day, the container is actually filled with sour cream. No shit, I've done it twice! To make it two for two, we lost a stringer of fish that came untied for my second bonehead encore. Your Papa is an idiot, get used to it, senility is coming soon.
We saw frogs, ducklings, tanagers, buntings, grosbeaks, herons, etc. etc. and had a wonderful day paddling around and setting hooks.
