So about this time (several hours LATER than he planned), Dad finally headed home while we stayed to fish a bit longer. Before he left he said, "Hey, I'll fly over the river as I take off, and you can take a picture of me." No problem, and off he goes. Then a short while later just as I hear the engine wind up, what happens? I tie into the biggest fish of the day. Oh shoot. This begins a mad scramble to try and land the fish in time to still get a shot of Dad taking off. Here I basically threw up the camera and snapped a few shots. Couldn't see him in the viewfinder, but they still turned out pretty good...