Remembering my Father

My earliest memory of the St. Johns river is my father and I fishing off it's banks. I remember the small rod, rubber worm and red and white bobber like it was yesterday. He and the St Johns taught me a deep love and respect for my natural environment. I have been all over the country with my rod and my reel but I never forgot those lessons I learned fishing the St. Johns with my Dad.

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