Last week decided to grab the pole and go to a meadow sping hole that my Dad showed me 38 years ago. The beaver dams bigger, the alders are thicker but the sweet smell is the same. I step up 8 feet from the bank as Dad taught me bait up no weight son I hear in the back of my mind. Cast , wait , Nibble let it get below the chub I hear in the back of my mind. Bam keep the tip up I hear in the back of my mind.I look back in time and see the alder pole he cut me that evening, the smell of woods men fly dope and days work. And hear his praise of thats how to play him. As I come back to see a nice 14 in. brookie laying at my feet. And thats the way it went for more than an hour and 25 trout later. Me the tough guy left that place with tears in my eyes. I headed for Dads house with 5 nice ones. Walked in and handed them to him. He took one look at them and then at me and said spring hole with tears in his eyes. All I could do is shake my head. You see Dad is 76 years old and had heart surgury 2 months ago. And going for more surgury tomorrow. He says by August he will be fishing and 4 wheeling again. He gave us 6 kids everything and asked for nothing . We were far from rich money wise. But rich in out door life and how to do it and use it. But mostly in love for family. The whole family will be with him tomorrow all 26 of us . And I ask that you friends be with us in spirit. Before I left his place I thanked him for showing that spring hole so many summers ago. I love my Dad so much. Thanks for letting me bend MMF ears !!!