June 17, 2025
For the past two weeks, I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with two of my
favorite fishing buddies—Charlie and Trent.
It’s hard to believe how much time has passed. For those who
remember when Charlie was born—so small and full of wonder—well, take a look at
him now, towering over me like a young man who's found his stride. Watching him
grow into someone who still enjoys time with his Pawpaw is something special.
He’s the one who took us out on the water, made sure we had what we needed,
and—most importantly—put up with me. Thank you, Charlie. You don’t know how
much that means.
Trent, I hope this trip was everything you hoped for. We may
not have checked off every item on the list, but we did the one thing you
wanted most: we fished. And that’s more than enough for me. I saw joy in your
eyes and felt peace in mine.
We caught more than fish on those early mornings—we caught
moments I’ll hold on to for a long time. Laughter in the boat. Quiet ripples on
still water. Silhouettes against the sunrise. These are the things that stay
with you.
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