Gone Fishin’ Gene from Dad

Here are a couple of pictures that show this fishing gene definitely exists on my father’s side of the family. I don’t have as many pictures or memories of fishing with my Dad’s side of the family. My Grandma on my Dad’s side was named Gladys Rafferty, she is pictured here with Ruby, who is her sister and her husband, Joe Lockert.

Isn’t that a humongous trout or a salmon? Hmmmmm what do you think it is?

Gladys Rafferty with her sister Ruby and husband Joe Lockert in Lemmon South Dakota.

Joe and Ruby used to send us venison sausage for Christmas when we lived in Hawaii. Joe liked to hunt, and the sausage was real good.

Don Schultheis fishing in Hawaii in the 1970s.

My Dad with an aku he caught on a boat trip, out of fisherman’s wharf in Honolulu. He enjoyed the day but said it kind of made him seasick cause the seas were a little turbulent. WE had fresh sashimi that night.

Gone Fishin’ Gene from Mom

Val fishing in Colorado mountains 1960s.

I come from a long line of “Gone Fishin”, in the family. Really. We have a fishing parasite along with a strong love of the outside. We embrace a meditative state as we lure our dinner into the fry pan. I have proof of this through generations of photography.

Sedilla Pyle in the 1960s Colorado Rocky Mountains looking at the aspen.

The first photographs are of Sedilla, nicknamed “Dillie”, who is my maternal Great Grandma. She had a habit of outliving her husbands, so her last names were numerous including Oxendine (maiden name), Canniff, McKibben, and then Pyle. She fished wherever she lived, these are pictures of her and her kids fishing in Colorado, Arkansas, Tennessee, and Oklahoma.

Dillie Pyle in 1960’s Oklahoma.
Billie McKibben fishing with Sedilla Pyle.

What the heck kind of fish is this?

Billie McKibben with Dorothy & Gus Nethery were Dillie’s children so the fishing gene gets passed on.

I guess there were no fishing limits back then…

Sedilla all bundled up in her folding chair while fishing Colorado.
Stopping for a family, cool feet dipping, during a long Colorado mountain drive with Sedilla, her sister Beulah, and her daughter Opal Kilpatrick.

Honestly, I remember Grandma pulling over cause she saw someone fishing. She’d casually ask them what they were using for bait, and ask if they caught anything.

Opal Kilpatrick 1960s Colorado, getting ready to fry up another delicious dinner at her house in Denver Colorado.

This woman could cook a rock and make it taste delicious.

Fishing is a weekend long event where we would drive up to the mountains, picnic and camp, fish and hike. I loved it. It is probably why I feel so free hiking in the mountains still.