My dad taught me just about everything I ever needed to know about fishing, from starting me early with a riverbank sapling and length of fishing line to teaching me the finesse of handling his classic bamboo fly rod. Under Dad’s diligent tutelage I grew up an avid fisherman.
But I never learned to love winter fishing. No matter how often Dad hauled me to the lake in freezing weather, I never learned to do more than dutifully endure it.
Of coursed, I never outright complained or refused to go. Dad was determined to teach me how to catch fish in winter, and by thunder I would have a good time no matter how boring or miserable it made it. He never actually said that; but, he didn’t have to. He was Dad…