In honor of Father’s Day, the following was previously published on The Best In Golf Blog in June 2008. It is titled “Early Father’s Day”
We’ll be back to our snarky selves first thing Monday
In every year but this one, Father’s Day means playing golf unencumbered by church or brunch afterward.
It means an afternoon on the couch in front of the HDwatching the Open unfold, missing maybe three swings and a putt over seven hours.
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This year though it turned out much better. My wife and her three sisters take a family reunion vacation together every summer.
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Over the last 20 years or so it has usually revolved around the beach, but this year it came early and high in the Rocky Mountains.
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So while it’s 95 degrees across most of the east, I find myself back in winter (at least southern winter) for a few days of nature, family time, and best of all, fly-fishing.
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I know this isn’t about golf but in a way it is. My dad and I were bonded by golf and baseball. As Kevin Costner put it so well in Field of Dreams, and I paraphrase, “baseball was the only thing my dad and I could talk about without killing each other”.
It’s not like that with my kids…in fact I don’t think teenagers are anywhere near as difficult or prone to bad or dangerous behavior than my generation.
Maybe I’m naive, but I don’t think so.
We hiked a mile and a half uphill that felt more like 36 lugging your own to a true mountain stream. Our trusty Sherpas Joe, Ben, and Connor were nice enough to wait for the old man as he huffed his way up the hill.Joe, a school teacher in real life, said the trail was a little steep for the first half and then leveled out. What this meant is the trail was straight up for the first half and then only up for the second…of course Joe and his boys were in the kind of shape that makes this easy…I claim the altitude got me…but it was the extra rings around my trunk to be truthful.
We were chasing the Greenback Cutthroat Trout, a species thought to be extinct just a few years ago. This fish runs between 6 and 10 inches long so, needless to say, you aren’there for the fight or the food.
It would take 20 of these little buggers to make a decent sandwich…Rodney Dangerfield might say “I’ve seen Anchovies bigger than that.”
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No you are here to look at a sky so blue it doesn’t seem real and to wade in water just slightly warmer than a good martini.
But, most importantly, you’re here to watch your kids experience something new and unique, and just maybe life altering…before they get away from you forever.
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Yes, this was the best Father’s Day ever…and it’s not even here yet.