Gone Fishin’

My father was an outdoorsman, a fisherman. Not your average weekend, hopeful, take-the-kids-fishing kind of fisherman. My dad lived and breathed all piscatorial delights.

As a young man in Brooklyn, NY, a neighbor took him fishing, and he was hooked for life. While working as a police officer, a co-worker took him hunting. My dad painted wildlife. He picked up a camera and blended everything he lov…