“So uhhh — Dad. Why do we have to leave again?” my son Jason asked, while he was setting his crankbait with a solid jerk into another little marsh bass.
There was what seemed like a long pause while I contemplated my answer to his question, something I normally did as a father who raised three intelligent boys. Moreover, I knew he was messing with me because there wasn’t a good answer, no matter how I put it.
"Well if we do stay," I replied, "we’re not going to get much work done."
"So? And?" he said, while I watched him carefully remove the treble hooks from the lips of his catch.Read More...