I imagine fathers day as a fun manly kind of day. What's more manly than spearing some fish for a dinner BBQ with friends? I fondly remember as a kid going to the Newhouse's for delicious catch-of-the-day. The fish were always freshly speared in Dale's favorite nooks and crannies on the outer reefs at Seaside. He usually did this solo and always had a great story about drifting in the kelp beds looking for the big one. I had serious envy of his equipment, old school dive stuff from the Scripps dive locker where he worked.