By Mike DelVisco
June 15, 2012
Growing up in Massachusetts, I have great memories of fishing with my dad and grandad. We would go to the local pond and fish for anything that was biting; I could stay there for hours. Little did I know that love of fishing would turn into something entirely different years later.
Aside from the times I would spend in the outdoors with my dad one of the things I looked forward to the most was our annual trip to the sporting goods store to stock up on fishing gear. Much of these things we acquired were simple; bobbers, hooks, plastic worms and a few spinners, but it meant I was one step closer to going fishing with my dad.
I’ve been in the fishing business for 30 years now, and I still think about the early years and how simple things were back then. I know I am lucky to have a dad that not only took me fishing but never pressured me to be anything I did not want to be.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Love Mike
