I lost my father after a very difficult few months. He got me my first fishing rod before I could actually walk, and has been fishing with me ever since. Due to failing health, he was not able to do much fishing with me it the past few years. But, he kept asking about how they were biting, and offering suggestions. Im still surprised at how young we both were when looking at old pictures of him taking me camping/fishing. He loved to throw lures for bass, but also loved to catch a few slab crappie for dinner. Some of the best meals that I can remember were with him frying crappie over a campfire. He worked a lot of hours, but always seemed to find the time to take me fishing. When I was about 10 years old we were fishing Lake Cumberland and having a particularly good weekend with the bass. On one of the first casts of the last morning he hooked a really nice bass. He got it to the boat, and it was much larger than any bass I had ever seen. I have never been very good with a net, and the bass got away. He didnt give me any grief at the time, but in the years to come he took great delight in reminding me of how I had lost his trophy bass (the bass just kept growing year after year). I hope that you can finally land that bass dad! Make the time to take your son/daughter/father fishing!