My Dad taught me to fish for fun and to put food on the dinner table.

After Dad would come home from work as a young 4 year old I was waiting with gear at the ready to go to the nearby lake. We would catch a few trout for dinner, I always wanted to keep fishing but Dad would say we only keep what we are going to eat tonight.

As I grew up Dad took me out in the ocean for rockfish and lingcod. We would launch a wood john boat from the beach in Pacifica, CA. This was plenty of work just to keep a few fish as the freezer was small.

Dad then took me to the south tower of the Golden Gate bridge. Striped Bass and Salmon were the game. It was here that Dad would release small fish and keep a large one.

Fishing became fun and I learned about catch and release as we only kept what was needed for the dinner table.

Now as I approach the 50 and my Dad has been gone for 10 years I continue to enjoy this sport wit my wife, son and daughter.

Thanks Dad