Gone Fishing

It’s been nearly ten years since our father’s passing. The joy of his life, after our mother, was fishing for white bass in a Kansas lake. He loved to wade out into the water of a rocky point, and cast into the wind.

There was one pond on Windyridge when we bought the property. David repaired it and built another larger pond , too. You can hear the story of when we stocked them in book two of my new mystery series, Hidden Among the Antiques.

All of the grandkids grew up throwing rocks in the pond, but it is our youngest daughter, Michelle, who inherited her grandfather’s love for the sport of angling.