Somehow, through the crazy passage of time we are again looking at Father’s Day. We have talked about a lot of this before, but I thought some of you may not have heard it in the past and some of you may need reminded. Father’s Day may be the best time I know to remember who actually started you down the path. The path to tramping in the rabbit thickets, wading in a brook trout creek, shivering on a deer stand, and raising a beagle hound.