My Dad passed away when I was only 17, but he gave me my love for the outdoors and especially fishing. At a very young age, I was following him down any warm water creek and fly fishing for anything we could get to bite. Not sure how old I was, but one day after work he brings home a fly tying vise and all the components to tie flies. He says, "here you go, have enough flies tied up for this coming weekend". I had no idea how to tie a fly, but luckily there was a little pamplet that came with the vise. Those flies were pretty crude, but you know what, they caught fish. During summer months we would hit the creek, wet wade and fly fish. In the winter months we would rabbit hunt and jump shoot ducks off local ponds. Thank you Dad for all you did.