I realize that I'm not Joey, so I can't take pictures that make everyone look cool no matter what they're doing. But here are some fun snapshots anyway.
This is my brother Chad (left, looking like a badass) and my cousin Wyatt (right, he was scared of drowning (life jacket)).
This is my angler Dad. His name is Walt. People tell me that I look just like him when he was my age. This terrifies me. His friends used to call him "Eight pack Walt," like how some of my friends call me "Eight pack Zach." Now his friends just call him "Fat ass." Hopefully not a sign of things to come, but if it is, sorry Kelly, It's my genetics.
He has kissed every fish he has ever caught. Weird and gross.
1 comment:
If that is a kiss, then your dad must be french. Who open mouth kisses a fish?
Also, I initially read angler as anger. I am glad that your father is not an anger dad.
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