When I stopped by Caliche Lake I saw a young father with his two youngsters. It warmed my heart to see this. I was lucky to have a father that took us fishing. Some of my earliest memories are of fishing from the shore at one of the lakes in our region. I remember a chilly morning at Alta Lake fishing with my Dad, Grandfather, and brother. I laugh now when I think of asking for help when I was trying to reel in a 14-inch rainbow. We used to camp at Wapato Point and then rent a boat and fish for trout at Wapato Lake in the evening. We caught some whoppers. One of my favorite photos I took when I was working at Fishing and Hunting News back in the 70s. It was of my little brother Lane struggling to hold up a stringer of trout and perch we caught at Wapato Lake. The perch were as big as the trout! When my daughter was about four years old, she caught a pike minnow and promptly named it Timmy. We talked her into letting it go so she could visit him next time we were here. What great memories!