Memories of daddy
We camped at the park every "long weekend" my shift working dad had during the summer. Hard core tent camping. Great family time! Dad was a helluva fisherman and he passed it to his kids. Many a sandwich hit the sand when he'd get into a school of speck and yelled for us all. Still love Grand Isle, Dad is gone now, but I know he's with us every trip we make there. My kids and grand kids have the fever now!
