fishing trips, and many times for accommodations, Dad and the guides would help folks set up camp on the riverbank. With Mother's help, Newlands guests were treated with care and concern but, most importantly, they were treated like family and friends. That Southern hospitality, combined with some of the best fishing in the nation, helped turn Dad's vision into a good business. I took over management of Newlands when Dad died in 1974, after twenty years of "living his dream." I assumed that all those years working by his side had prepared me to follow him, but there was a dramatic difference between working for him and working without him. After trial and error, however, we endured and prospered. Mom and I decided to expand beyond camping trips.