Fishing With Grandpa

When time has passed us by so quickly you beginBaiting are hooks with a simple night crawler we
to remember all the good times we spent as astarted fishing. By mid morning we had about ten
child. One of my fondest memories is going fishingor so trout on the fishing stringer. Grandpa
with my Grandfather. Grandpa wasn't much of areached in the ice chest and grabbed a cold beer
talker unless he had a few beers in him to loosenfor himself and a ice cold coke for me. I was to
up a little.busy getting my monster fourteen inch brook
We would start are morning around 5AM.trout off of my fishing hook. Now I know it is not
Grandma would prepare us a large breakfast ofa trophy fish but when your six years old it sure
eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast. Every fishingfelt like it back then. After my fish was on the
trip needs a hearty meal before departing thestringer tied to the back of the boat I got my
house. As this was done on every fishing trip.cold soda as a reward for the fight that I had
We would drive to my great Grandmothersjust won. Looking back on that one fishing
house about thirty minutes away and load up thememory it wasn't the cold soda that was my
boat with are tackle and fishing poles. Then drivereward but the smile that Grandpa gave me in
about another twenty minutes to are favoritemy success as a fellow fisherman.
fishing lake. Now that I'm older I guess it was areThis story made my Grandfather not so shy
favorite fishing lake since it was close to home.when he was around his neighbors. He always
Grandpa was busy driving the boat at the samelooked at me proud when he told are story of
time making sure I was tying my fishing hook andthe biggest fish of the day. Mind you it was
swivel properly as I was shown by him before. Icaught by his little fishing buddy. The approval
think the smile on his face was the approval thatfrom Grandpa lives with me when I pass that
I needed to continue my task of getting readysame smile to my children when I take them
for the day. As I've mentioned earlier Grandpafishing down the local bayou. Sharing everything
wasn't much of a talker, but his body languagethat I learned from Grandpa with my own
spoke load and clear.children.