Growing up in rural Ohio, fishing was and still is my favorite pastime hobby. The moment I became old enough to hold a fishing rod, my Grandfather was quick to get me on the water and introduced me to fishing. Although I may have eaten more worms than fish caught then, this red-headed boy’s passion for fishing immediately grew. And since my hair was so red, Grandpa gave me the nickname, “Red.”
In 2005, my Grandpa unexpectedly passed away. Not only did I lose a Grandfather and fishing buddy, but I lost my very best friend. I can remember the fishing stories he told, the knowledge he shared to catch fish, and the memories spent together that I’ll forever have. Our time fishing together helped shape me into the person I’ve become and provided me with love for fishing that can’t be explained.