Dad loves fishing and boats! As a kid, we would fish together at Lake Hefner in Oklahoma City. When I was little the lake seemed so huge… I laugh now because I can see across it. Dad would pick up a six-pack of something for himself and a six-pack of mini apple juices for me. We would sit on the end of the dock and fish to what seemed all hours of the night. I have no idea what time it was…but it was dark….cause that was when the fish were active. It’s such a fond memory for me and I am so glad that he took the time to teach me to fish.
We also sailed together for two weeks in the Caribbean. We dodged jelly fish, stolen dinghy boats and a beat down from the sun. Well dad didn’t escape the the sun – he walked away with some pretty bad burns.
Here is dad this past fall…..look how grumpy he looks sitting behind his desk….I think he really wants to be on a boat! LOL. Either that or he hates to get his picture taken.
If you have a look at the boat oar you will see the initials GB….that is for dad….Gary Bush.
