Description: This is my Uncle Jim and friends after a fishing trip. He is the one with the dark hat on. The men in my family were all fishing maniacs. I have a memory of being just a little girl and daddy and his brothers were going fishing. I used to cry to go everywhere daddy went hunting or fishing, anyway they were going fishing and i threw a fit and finally daddy said ok but we are staying all night and you better not cry to come home. Well we went to the lake and were on a houseboat and it came a terrible storm and I was scared to death of coarse I cried but daddy made me go to bed in the house boat and he laid down with me, when I woke in the morning they had a string or fish about like the one in this photo and needless to say I never cried to go fishing with daddy again.