At 64 i lost my best friend and fishing partner, my dad. It had been 2 years since i had been on the lake when a very good friend of mine asked if i would fish a tournament. Now i hadn't fished for Bass in more than 30 years, but i said yes and so we went. The minute i stepped into his boat i Knew Dad was with me. Why had i stayed away so long. For 8 hours hundreds of good memories came back, it was a great day. Its the little things you think about. Now i am going as often as i can, Saturday was a great day on Hubbard, wife had bought me a new Helix 9 SI and it did not disapoint, we had fish for dinner.