Today, I am excited to share with you all my most hilarious fishing escapade from my childhood. Picture this: a small fishing trip planned with my dad for a weekend visit, as my parents had split when I was just a wee child of 6. We had all the essentials - drinks, snacks, and gear - ready to go. But the real kicker? My (not biological) uncle Crazy Don decided to crash the party. Let me tell you, Don was a riot. He was funny, sweet, and a close pal of my dad's. Off we went to the lake with my dad's trusty old John boat, a patchwork of blues and rough color spots from past repairs. And guess who got stuck in the middle? Yours truly, of course.

The lake was a serene paradise that day, with partly cloudy skies and nothing but the sounds of nature surrounding us. That is, until Uncle Don's casting skills went awry. Let's just say, I could have shattered glass with the scream that escaped me when he accidentally hooked me in the back of my head with a treble hook. Looking back, it was more of a fright than actual pain, but there was definitely some blood and tears involved. My dad, being the hero he is, swiftly removed the hook with pliers, covered the wound with a towel, tied a bandana around it, and we continued fishing like nothing had happened.

On our way back home, we made a pit stop at a convenience store. Uncle Don, still feeling guilty about the whole hooking incident, showered me with treats - a slushy, a bag of Runts candy, and a candy bar for good measure. I recently reminisced about that unforgettable day with Don, and he still recalls it vividly. He did mention, though, that it makes him feel a tad ancient. Oh, the memories we make in our youth!

Fishing is more than just a hobby for me - it's a way to cherish the memories I shared with my dad. Even if all we caught were twigs and moss, those moments spent fishing together were priceless.

In remembrance of 

Terrance "Terry" Winer
March 16, 1961 - July 15, 2024