Bill's Blog

Sub-standard students love the multiple choice test.

Weak vocalists love reverb.

Poor cooks love Helper with the hamburger.

Fishermen, however, don’t need any extra help–we just lie.

I dare say there is nothing more sacred than the bond forged between generations that go fishing together.  It only makes sense!  In any other context, the guys would be known as “partners in crime,” and they’d be “thick as thieves.”  It sounds much more pleasant, though, when you just call them “fishing buddies.”

If you read the previous blog about Daddy and His Girl, you saw a quick glimpse into a beautiful relationship between Dad and his girl.  Here’s another look at his family . . . with some of the guys he loves.  I asked PaPa to tell his best fish story . . . and it wasn’t anything as big as his Peyton’s.

fish tales

P.S.

Bad Photographers love Black & White.  “No–it’s not out of focus, shot in terrible lighting . . . it’s black & white, and it’s ART.”