I was browsing some stuff online, looking at a kayak for my daughter. I came across this really cool futon tent that is up off the ground. It made me start thinking about camping, which I want to go do, but it brought back memories of times with my dad. We used to go fishing, and yes. I would bait my own hook, catch my fish, unhook it, gut it, and clean it.
I don’t eat sea food though!!
My dad would bring it all home, freeze it and cook it for the family. My dad is abusive, but we did have a few good memories.