Memories of Fishing with My Grandfather on His Farm in Tennessee
posted on 14 March 2011 | posted in
Recreation and Hobbies
My grandfather’s farm lies at the bottom of Holston Mountain in Tennessee. Some of the best times of my life were when my grandfather took my siblings, cousins, and I fishing there. The excitement began when we got our fishing gear together. First, we had to find bait - some form of carp tackle. Our favorite to use was earthworms, which we usually found ourselves by digging under hay bales. Then, we got our rod-and-reel fishing poles and, finally, we would all jump into the back of my grandfather’s truck and drive to the pond. My grandfather would tell us stories as we fished for hours. My grandfather took his time with each one of us, never losing his patience, no matter how many times we got our fishing lines stuck in the tree limbs. Most days we didn’t care if we caught anything or not. They were good times and, though my grandfather has passed, we talk about them to this day.
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