My earliest memories with my dad are at the lake. Just dad and me. I know dad would spend the whole evening before getting his tackle box ready, weights, string, bait. The cooler was being stacked full of all the appropriate lakeside treats. My job, simple. Get in the truck.
Am I the only one who remembers rubbing the eyes before the first bits of daylight are out? When I was younger, my dad would just carry me into the car, but I do recall the pride for wobbling into the front seat on my own. I would fade in and out on the drive, always to the sounds of the oldies on the radio, and the hum of the engine, while Dad's voice would pipe in the prospects of the day's catch.
Fishing is still an adventure that all dads enjoy to this day. Why not bring some of those memories back home for Father's Day?
JUST FOR DAD RECIPES