My problem was my buddy in PA went on all the fishing trips so he and I fished together and my work buddy took care of my dad. Those were great trips back then, even my brother and son got into the action for several years. In the last few years my dad's lungs got too bad for him to go hunting or fishing and finally just quit working. I hope my dad and brother are looking down and smiling every time I'm out there doing what we all enjoyed!
I sure miss them.
With the weather so nasty I even went through my fishing tackle today sorting stuff and seeing what I need to stock up on.