Last evening, my oldest daughter, Megan, and I went to a friend’s boathouse on Richland-Chambers reservoir to try and catch a few crappie. We didn’t catch a bunch of fish, but we got a few. More importantly, we got to spend some quality time together. After the fish quit biting, we headed over to Oak Cove Marina for a bite to eat. We ordered our usual favorites, a club sandwich with fries for Megan, and tater tots for me. As usual, the restaurant was packed with fishermen, some with wives and girlfriends, others eating with their fishing partners.
