For me it was my Grandma. She fished to live. She would always catch fish no matter what, or at least seemed so.

She passed early this year. She never did make it out on the new boat, but her old reliable pole makes the trip. We use it once every trip, just so she knows she is still with us. The pole is about 40 years old. But that fiberglass still brings in the big Salmon like it was nothing.

Sure miss her, but am glad she taught me what life really was.