Father’s Day isn’t just about gifts—it’s about the moments that shape who we are. For our family, some of those moments unfold not in the field, but on the water.
We regularly head north to North Carolina for trips that have become some of our favourite traditions—trading the hunting grounds for rivers, rods, and quiet afternoons spent fly fishing as a family. While our girls haven’t embraced field sports in the same way Michael and I have, the rhythm of casting a line and wading through the river has become our shared ritual.
It’s less about the fish and more about the memory. Even if they’re not hooked now, I know we’re imprinting something good. These are the moments they’ll carry with them.
The Rhythm of the River
There’s something timeless about fly fishing—an art of patience, precision, and presence. For Michael, it’s a chance to slow down. To watch our daughters learn, laugh, and fall in love with the outdoors in their own way.
It’s a reminder that field traditions aren’t only passed down through hunting or shooting. Sometimes, they’re carried forward through riverside breakfasts, tangled lines, early morning drives, and the quiet pride of seeing your child land their first catch.
Fatherhood in the Field
These trips aren’t about instilling interest—they’re about being present. By spending time together outdoors, Michael is showing our girls something deeper: a love of nature, a respect for tradition, and the beauty of being in the moment.
They are truly special days.
Field Traditions, Redefined
As we honour the men who’ve shaped our love for the outdoors, it’s stories like these that remind us why it matters. Whether your dad taught you to cast a line or simply showed up when it counted, this season is a chance to reflect on those memories.
Here’s to the time spent riverside. To fathers who lead with patience. And to traditions that ripple far beyond the water.