This is my Dad (holding the bass...mmmmmm beer batter bass), my grandpa (standing to the right of my Dad), my younger brother to the far right and you guessed it...me at the far left. Ok, this was about 1982 when we lived in a podoke town and I obviously didn't give a shit about style. I'm guessing I just wanted to be warm
?. Don't ask what kind of face I'm making, I have no idea. I have so many fond memories of looking for nightcrawlers in the back yard, fishing, ice fishing, playing horseshoes, having the big spindles we used as tables for scaling the fish we caught and barbeques, swinging on the hammock and so much more. My grandpa and Dad made the best, by God, beer batter bass ever! Ahh the good old days...
Grandpa RIP, Dad - I love you.
