My dad has been my fishing partner my whole 40 years on earth.. ( ok really 35, I was 5 my first trip to Cumberland River in Whitley co. bushlining for some cats) He has missed most of this year due to a hip replacement, then an infection in the hip, now removal of the hip to fight infection again. It has been a long summer for him as elnuts could probably understand like no one else on here. he's had a pick line twice, daily trips to Louisville from Lebanon Jct to get IV treatments for MRSA ( twice now too). He has really been down, zero trips to the lake this year, couldnt help me finish his shed, I moved and he wasnt able to help so i had been hearing about "how worthless I am now" " might as well shoot me I cant do nothing" that kind of nonsense. I ahve been pretty mad at him and really let him have a few weeks ago. He has turned into the fighter I knew he was, fromwheelchair to walker to crutches with no hip. I am proud to say that we will begoing fishing thursday morning not for sure where , wont be very long but he will be in the boat, he will catch a dink or two and swear they are 4 lbers.... and Ill be so happy to have him back lying again. I wanted to let you guys kno how blessed I am.



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