Randy should probably be writing this post because this is so much about him, but I'll give it a shot. One day this summer, we drove out to the John Day River so Randy could go fly fishing with Trey for the first time. I got to ride along, and it was just perfect.
Randy testing out the water and Trey patiently waiting his turn
First try fly fishing...
There's a fish!
Trey's first fish on a fly!
Trey loved standing in the water next to his daddy.
I don't think I've gone fishing with Randy since Trey has been born. I used to go along, bring my book, crack a beer, and enjoy the scenery. This afternoon reminded me of how perfect that scenario is. Maybe I'll get some more opportunities as Trey gets older, although I think fly fishing will probably turn into a big time father-son thing.
As I was sitting in my chair, enjoying the sun, my book, and my beer, I was watching Trey and Randy walk down the side of the river to try out a different spot. I could hear them talking, watched them holding hands as they walked, and listened to Trey giggling at the things Randy said. My heart just melted at this perfect father-son memory. I don't know if Randy will remember it as vividly as I do, but it was just an awesome moment.
Fisherman resting
Look at that sky!
Just gorgeous.
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