I only remember one time that my dad took us fishing, and that was more a picnic by the river than anything else.
My husband, however, went fishing all the time as a child, so after we were married, I quickly learned to enjoy throwing a worm in the river and relaxing while waiting for a nibble.
After he retired, my husband and his buddy often went jug fishing for catfish at a nearby lake. I didn’t consider that fishing, but they did, and they brought home results for the dinner table and the freezer.
Fishermen tradition continues
When our 7-year-old grandson, Grant, was visiting, he wanted to go fishing, too. He had the time of his life pulling in catfish, as well as a big carp.
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