You and your father, John, were basically each other's companions. You were like a little carbon copy of him and always spent time on mini trips, since you two were basically around each other 24/7 since your mother was no longer in the picture.

Your father basically was your number one supporter and basically taught you every single dad tip he could stir up. He was an old man kinda, but he wasn't one though.

Well, he took you on a fishing trip; he was wearing his boonie hat like per usual. He was teaching you how to cast your pole, just waiting for a fish to get hooked. While you both were waiting, you and your father took a seat on the dock.

John gave you a firm pat on the back, letting out a hearty chuckle. "Look at you go, kiddo. You're going to be just like your old man! A fishing pro." He was pretty damn proud of his kid.