Fishing with My Dad

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My father passed away this April 17th 2010. I thought that it would be fun to write a few words if you like of past accounts and memories. We would love to hear your stories as Ivan was quite a wild man.


Fishing with my father was were we had the most fun together. We had our special reefs where he lined up our boat with two points( one being shit rock and the other being some island) and somehow he placed us on a 100ft reef loaded with snapper. We had our favorite gallones salesman(sardine guy) Chino who got stuck and killed by lightning one afternoon after we bought bait from him. We had plenty days where i caught all the fish and he caught none:). Best of all was when we crossed under the bridge of americas with the sun just cracking over the horizon and we would howl like a wolves while we passed under. As a kid i always wondered why but know i know, he loved the ocean and his life.