Otto Vavrin, Sr.

The Genesis of a Fisherman

The photo was taken July, 1949, Pistakee Lake at Fox Lake, Illinois. While only three-years-old, I would wait for Dad to return to shore after a day of fishing on the lake. He would then take me in the boat, and help me hold the rod, in hopes I would catch a fish near shore. This was repeated many times, until I was old enough to join him on the lake. In Dad’s final days, I related many stories of us fishing together. I also told him of the lessons I learned from those trips that went well beyond just fishing, lessons that have guided me in my life. He never knew. Yes, it goes far beyond just fishing when you’re with your Dad. He made me the fisherman—and the man—that I am. God rest his soul.