A Brother's Love
Before we could barely walk our Father took us fishing. Since we lived in East Tennessee there was an abundant supply of water sources--rivers, creeks, lakes, dams, ponds. And we pretty much lived in walking distance to all of those sources of hours of fun and fishing. Our Father loved fishing and never missed an opportunity to sit on a bank for hours catching fish--or waiting for a bite. We loved it. And if Father wasn't available, my brothers and sisters and I would hike the miles to the nearest fishing spot barefoot on hot asphalt roads and stay for hours without a drop of water. It was our adventure.