A young boys dream passed on

My Pa always told the story of a giant catfish in the river near his home town in the old country. All the boys tried to catch this monster catfish but it was too smart for them all and continues to be a myth of the place 80 odd years later. I made this sculpture when my Pa entered palliative care, recognition of the grandfatherly love that was so hard to catch in later years but was there just below the surface. His stories last long after his passing.