My father months ago passed down to me an old tackle box of his, mainly fishing items for a spinning outfit. Digging through I found an old license of his from 1974. Six years before I was born.
He purchased this license in New Mexico. I remember when. I was younger listening to his stories about his favorite places to fish. New Mexico was one of them.
Today, we share the same passion. I am making memories to last a lifetime with my Father; never take for granted what life brings us and offers us. Make your days count.
TIGHT LINES AND SCREAMING REELS FRIENDS….
Forever my hero