Growing up as a Howard I spent lots of my weekends on the lake. All the Howard men in my life are fishermen and they take it serious. It's not just for fun, or sport, but it's a part of life. Not only can they catch a ton of fish, but they can fry it too! Theses are memories I will cherish forever because I was with my family and usually all the cousins. My brother's son is a true Howard and eats and breathes fishing (and hunting). I am so glad the tradition will continue on with him. My kids have a cow man for a dad and other traditions and memories are being made (and brought in on my floors). My nephew is the ripe old age of 7 and he can help set out a trot line, set patiently for fish to bite, and tell you the name of most fresh water fish and if they are keepers!!! He excels in it just as his dad did and still does!
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Love the post...it's so true! It's in his blood.
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