Seacat-

I know where you are coming from, man do I know. I lost my dad and number one fishing buddy to cancer two years ago. He was the ripe old age of 54. Ladies and gentleman, everyday on the water is a blessing, especially when it is spent with family and good fishing friends. I keep in my heart all of the fond memories of dodging freighters in the Straits during September and take comfort knowing he had a front row seat when his granddaughter caught her first fish...

Dan