Sepia Saturday contribution for this week - Nope, dad never needed a wheelbarrow.

Let's see; factory, fish, wheelbarrow? Which could we have that may contain one of those?

Sepia Saturday for April 14th.

My dad never needed a wheelbarrow for his catches.

Never caught more than you see here at one time.

This was probably one of his better days with the fishing pole.

Oh, he tried real hard. Got up early. Tried all the baits all the others were using.

Had the proper attire.

But he just never really ever caught that many.

He didn't care. It was all about being out there and trying.

And being with family.

He loved getting the camper ready, and cooking over the fire or on the camp stove.

This photo my actually be from the last time he went to his favorite river to trout fish.

I really love this picture.

Now my brother on the other hand ( he is on the left ), he had no trouble bringing them in.

Matter of fact, once he got his limit he would usually then work on mine. That was okay, I didn't like to fish anyway.

After mine, he would then work on moms limit.

And then, near the end of the weekend if dad hadn't caught all he was allowed by Sunday afternoon, my brother would finish his limit.

Here he is teaching his kids the art of filling limits.

Both these young gentlemen now have kids of their own.

But so far my brothers knack of catching fish seems to be skipping a couple of generations.