I used to fly fish with my father.  I was a young lass.  My father wanted a son ever so much so I was his son until my mother said no more, I was about twelve and I was schooled in decorum,"how to be a lady".  I surely missed those days with my Dad, we still fished but I never went hunting with him again.  As I made this quilt it was to be Fishing the Snake, a river I always wanted to fish with my Dad, but never being there it just was not right..   I could not name this one Fishing the Snake,  the name is Sunset on the Hoh, a beautiful river in  Washington on the Olympic peninsula.

 

  The visor on the fisherman's hat was like the one Dad had extra long and wide.,  I was the third daughter so I always felt like I was a bit of a disappointment to my father.  When I married he took my young husband under his wing and off they went doing all the fun things I wanted so much to do with " My Dad".

 All that changed once my first child was born I forgot all those silly wishs because I was a woman and being a mother was the most important thing I could do.