In loving memory of my Father, John Moes.
I finally found the courage to post this. He passed away 2 weeks ago after a battle recovering from his second broken hip. He never made it home. His suffering is over, may he rest in peace. He is in a better place now.
He bought me my first Zebco 202. I'm not 100% sure, but I think the one I still have in my basement is that very same one he bought me. He took us perch fishing off the Montrose Harbor Pier on Lake Michigan in Chicago when we were so young I can barely remember. He wasn't real big on fishing, but he did fish, and more than that, he loved to take my brother and I fishing when he had the opportunity. He will be missed.
At my Aunts house on Kentucky Lake.
My father with my brother in Lake Michgan.
My father with a big fish down in Louisiana.