It wasn't when I knew fishing was the foundation of a good life.
It wasn't when I married a woman that I've found to be a lot like my mother.
It wasn't when I went into a very similar career field.
Nor was it when I had a son of my own.
No.....
It was when I realized that a whiskey-water is a hell of a drink.
No more Coke needed, just some H20 and a fine Canadian Blend.
That's all.
I am my father.
If that drink has anything to do with OMR fishing skills, you should probably start drinking them every morning for breakfast so that you can start catching up!
ReplyDeleteCheers to that. I knew I was my father when I seemed to always have a flask of good bourbon in my fishing back/pack/vest. . .A bit of Knob Creek or even Russel's Reserve . . . of course always enjoyed over a few rocks later in the evening.
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