A little over a month ago, I wasn’t sure if my father would ever hold another fishing rod. He recovered nicely thanks to the great care he received from doctors and nurses…speaking of which, if you are a doctor or a nurse or any other part of the medical field, thank you for what you do. My dad had been (not-so) patiently waiting for warmer weather. On March 4th, Mother Nature delivered a gem of an early March day. 60 degrees by noon, high of 75, south winds of 8-12 mph. I thought to myself, “thank you Mother Nature…and Father Time…for getting us to another fishing season with my dad.