My brother is a fresh water fly fisherman. He's expert at catching trout. I remember when we were kids he and Dad would fish together during our annual camping trips up North. I'd tag along, but do not much else than bait a few hooks & futz around in the tackle box. The tackle box, my brother recently told me, had been Grandpa's. When my brother was little, Grandpa had given it to him. I had always assumed it was Dad's.
I drew this trout with my brother's passion for fishing in mind and sent him the image via email. He said he really liked it. Now that I'm back home in the Bay Area, then I guess I could just give it to him. -must clean up some of the pencil lines first!