I don't remember taking these, but I found some photos I took of my dad's last fishing trip, one year ago this week. It was a complete surprise; since he and my mom weren't in Florida. Papa and I went to the peer to go fishing, and there was my dad. In retrospect, it's one of my best memories that he came down and did that. Within three months of these photos, he would be dead.
Apalachicola Bay, no finer fishing!