You Don't Become A Dyed-In-The-Wool Fisherman by Accident

While visiting my Grandmother over the holidays I came upon a few pictures that explain where I get it from. 

Left to right:  My maternal great grandfather and grandmother, and one of their friends.

Another picture of my great grandfather.

My grandfather fly fishing at Spruce Creek, PA.  I doubt that it was overrun by fishing clubs stocking lunker fish at this point in its history.

My cousin and grandfather in 2009.

Me fishing the Little J.