One of the activities my Dad would do with us kids was to go fishing. As I became an adult the fishing times became less frequent mainly because of 700+ miles apart. Almost everytime years later when we would get together he would say, "Debbi Jo, lets go fishing." My response would always be, "Are you going to take the fish off the hook for me?" And his reply would be, "You are old enough to take your own fish off the hook." And always wanting to get the last word in I would then say that I would go but not fish. The next morning at 6 a.m. we would be out in the boat on the smooth glass looking lake fishing. My Dad would always cave in and I knew that if I caught anything he would take the fish off for me.
That little back and forth banter came about from when I was about 5 or 6 years old. We had gone out fishing and he decided it was time for me to learn how to take the fish off the hook. I had caught a small perch so Dad took my hand explaining how to go down over the fins so I wouldn't get hurt. Well, guess what? The fish squirmed, I screamed and I got finned. To this day I refuse to take the fish off the hook.
This cache is in memory of my Dad who passed away, in May 1998, three weeks after our last fishing excursion.
You are looking for a small plastic container that contains some swag. Please replace the container as you found it. One of the swag items is a new invention of mine. It is called the Tennessee Geocaching Tabletop. Whoever takes that will never lack for a hard surface to write on again!