In honor of my mother, Virginia Stringer, and all the other mothers who have taught and do teach their children to fish and have faith, this column is for you. Mom passed away in 2019 from lung cancer, but she never gave up her faith or her ability to fish like a pro. I am child of the 1960s, and those of us who were born in that era found ourselves playing outdoors, chasing frogs and lightning bugs, and for those of us blessed to be born to outdoors men and women, we went hunting and fishing. Mom took me to several places fishing — creeks, ponds, and the lakes all over north L o u i s i a n a . She taught me names of Louisiana native plants that covered the hills of Bienville Parish, her childhood home, and in the process she was teaching me about faith. She was the epitome of Caroline Dorman in my life. As we fished around her old home place, she shared stories of the Military Maneuvers (World War II training) that took place in Bienville Parish, and how soldiers dropped pieces of paper with their names and addresses written on them and how she corresponded with as many as she could. She believed that she could somehow encourage them during their time at war. Those stories and countless other memories gathered as we fished together. It made me very cognizant of the fact that I was very blessed to be one of her daughters.