My husband grew up the youngest of six kids - 3 boys, 2 girls..... and then him. Vying for his father's attention, he said to his mother one day, "I'll be glad when the big boys move out." "Why?" his mother asked. He responded, "Because then it will be just me and dad and nobody else going fishing."
And so it is that every summer when we travel back to Minnesota, Perry and his Dad go fishing.
At 84 years of age, Papa's strong hands can still feel the gentle tug of an unsuspecting fish.
His fingers, so large that a quarter could fit through his wedding ring, are still nimble enough to thread a worm on a hook.
Only, now it's not just Perry and his dad.
Now it's Papa and Perry and kids of his own.
Samuel wears his lucky fishing hat and Anna uses Nana's Lucky pole.
As it turns out, it's not about the catch -
It's the company that makes it all worth while.