I used to beg to go fishing with my Dad when I was young. I am sure he would have rather gone alone and enjoyed the solitude, but sometimes he let me tag along. I remember sitting quietly, afraid to take my eyes off of the bobber in fear of not seeing it go under. I would become chatty and Dad would hush me, telling me the fish could hear. I think it was more for his peace of mind. There just wasn't anything like reeling in that fish, which would undoubetdly be a bluegill, but it might as well have been a prized bass or trout!
"FIshin'" - Print
Numbered, archival quality prints.
16 x 20
Currently available, $750.00, plus shipping.