From the time that I could hold a fishing pole in my hands, I have been enjoying this sport. My grandpa would wake me at 4 o'clock in the morning, and say let's go boy! Now I am not much of one to get up that early,but on opening day of trout season, I was ready to go. The memories that my grandfather and I made, are forever engraved in my heart. He has since passed away, but those memories will last through out my lifetime. Him teaching me all the ways to catch those beautiful fish. Taking me to some of the most majestic and surreal places I had ever seen. Just spending the day with him was reward enough for me. The stories he could tell, only a grandpa could tell them. I miss him so much, a child never realizes how much they need someone, until they lose their grandpa. I know that i put him high on a pedestal, and there is where he shall forever reside. I thank God for all of the time that I got to spend with him. As he took his time and patience with me, I too will take that time with my children and grandchildren, to pass on the fishing history. I think that, that way my sweet grandfather will live on forever. |
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