Fishing with Papa

This past week, my grandpa took me fishing with him. All together, I would estimate that we caught somewhere around twenty fish, even though only six were big enough to keep. I caught about eight or nine fish. Most of them were bluegill, but I did catch one large-mouth bass. (We had to throw him back, since he was pretty tiny. He had a huge mouth, but a tiny body.)

We had a great time, but the best part was spending time with Papa. While the fish were soon eaten, something more lasting came out of that excursion than just a delicious meal. The memories that were created will last for a long time. He is a wonderful Papa, and I always enjoy being with him.