Fish Tales!

It seems like on every other page in my albums someone is holding a fish. Maybe that's why flyfishing is my passion today.
Daddy would usually only get a short vacation in the summer, lucky if it ever was 2 weeks. We would usually head for White River and camp on Dad's friends property in a large, heavy army tent. Many times Jimmy would go with us - but Dad always had to sleep in front of the tent door because Jimmy was a sleepwalker.
There are three picture of the same big cat fish that Jimmy and I caught ( acutally, we ran it up on shore when we were playing in the water!). Daddy cut it into fish-steaks, put it on ice and we took it down to Grandma - oh how she loved to eat fried catfish!
This type of camping stopped once the damn was built - the water was then too cold to really have fun swimming and playing.