A fishing gene definitely exists on my father’s side of the family. Here are a couple of pictures that show this. I don’t have a lot of pictures of fishing with my Dad’s side of the family.
Here is my Grandma on my Dad’s side. She was named Gladys Rafferty, and is pictured here with Ruby, who is her sister and sister’s husband, Joe Lockert. Isn’t that a humongous trout or a salmon? Hmmmmm what do you think it is?
Joe and Ruby used to send us venison sausage for Christmas when we lived in Hawaii. Joe liked to hunt, and the sausage was really good.
My Dad with an Aku he caught on a boat trip, out of fisherman’s wharf in Honolulu. He enjoyed the day but said it kind of made him seasick cause the seas were a little turbulent. We had fresh sashimi that night.
I come from a long line of Fishing Genes from Mom’s side of the family. Really. We have a fishing parasite along with a strong love of the outside. We embrace a meditative state as we lure our dinner into the frying pan. I have proof of this through generations of photography.
The first photographs are of Sedilla, nicknamed “Dillie”, who is my maternal Great Grandma. She had a habit of outliving her husbands, so her last names were numerous including Oxendine (maiden name), Canniff, McKibben, and then Pyle. She fished wherever she lived, these are pictures of her and her kids fishing in Colorado, Arkansas, Tennessee, and Oklahoma.
What the heck kind of fish is this?
I guess there were no fishing limits back then…
Honestly, I remember Grandma pulling over cause she saw someone fishing. She’d casually ask them what they were using for bait, and ask if they caught anything.
This woman could cook a rock and make it taste delicious. Fishing is a weekend-long event where we would drive up to the mountains, picnic, camp, fish, and hike. I loved it. It is probably why I feel so free hiking in the mountains still.