I can remember those days, my father loved to fly fish. I was just 7 or 8 years old so I just played around. Oh BTW, this was in Ohio and near a place called 'Beaver Creek'.
I was amazed at all the fishing line he would strip out, keep in the air with that little fly on the end, out in the stream in hip deep waders, having a ball.
Water was really fast flowing, we had to walk a long way in to get to 'his spot'. But, it was great fun just being with you Dad.
I only got to go with him a few times here in Texas before we lost him. We caught some but, he just wasn't as 'avid' about crappie or bass fishing here but, we got to talk a lot then.
Those were good days, I miss them.