Pop's Lures
8x8 oil on board in black wood floating frame
When I was a little girl, I learned to fish. Some of my earliest memories are summer days spent learning to cast my line in the yard, aiming at paper plates. I spent hours in minnow streams collecting live bait and in the tackle shop when the live bait wasn't available. My dad showed me exactly where to cast where the fish would most likely be hiding from the heat of the day. He taught me how to feel the nibbles and move my rod to set the hook. I remember the feeling of pride when I reeled one in. Eventually I traded my fishing rod in and pursued other interests. Now I am painting lures instead of casting them and remembering the good times and lessons learned with dad on the stream.
8x8 oil on board in black wood floating frame
When I was a little girl, I learned to fish. Some of my earliest memories are summer days spent learning to cast my line in the yard, aiming at paper plates. I spent hours in minnow streams collecting live bait and in the tackle shop when the live bait wasn't available. My dad showed me exactly where to cast where the fish would most likely be hiding from the heat of the day. He taught me how to feel the nibbles and move my rod to set the hook. I remember the feeling of pride when I reeled one in. Eventually I traded my fishing rod in and pursued other interests. Now I am painting lures instead of casting them and remembering the good times and lessons learned with dad on the stream.
8x8 oil on board in black wood floating frame
When I was a little girl, I learned to fish. Some of my earliest memories are summer days spent learning to cast my line in the yard, aiming at paper plates. I spent hours in minnow streams collecting live bait and in the tackle shop when the live bait wasn't available. My dad showed me exactly where to cast where the fish would most likely be hiding from the heat of the day. He taught me how to feel the nibbles and move my rod to set the hook. I remember the feeling of pride when I reeled one in. Eventually I traded my fishing rod in and pursued other interests. Now I am painting lures instead of casting them and remembering the good times and lessons learned with dad on the stream.