Martin and I took dad out fishing yesterday on Worden’s Pond. Eric joined us, despite the 5:30AM wake-up call. Dad caught the first fish of the day after insisting that we consider changing to a different color lure. Apparently he was right. He caught this Perch using a white lure, rather than the chartreuse Martin and I were using. Father knows best. As for Eric, he just wanted to go home, or eat pancakes, or pee, or something that did not involve being on the water on an uncharacteristically chilly June morning.