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What brought me to writing this post was the post on Robin's Outdoors about her Dad teaching her to fish.
I'm not fortunate enough to have a picture of my Dad to show you because there is only one picture in existence (or there use to be) and I think it ended up in my (now deceased) brothers garage. It could be in the garage in Long beach or it could be in the garage in Louisiana, who knows.
My Dad was a United States Coast Guard Chief Petty Officer on the USS William P Biddle, a troop transport, during WWII and the picture in question above is of him in full dress uniform. That is a whole nuther story.
Over the years we fished a lot and more so after we moved to Florida in 1955.
So even though you've been gone quite a while Dad, you're not forgotten.