re: Your favorite grandpa/daddy hunting story

I got a good fishing story.

Me and my paw paw was bass fishing old river in Morganza a couple years ago. We was fishing a run out in the narrows and we’re tearing up the bass on a sexy shad bandit crank, all nice fish too average 2 pounds. He throws and hooks a fish that pops his line so he ties on another bait and continues to fish. Soon we have 19 fish in the boat and needed 1 more, and I get a hook up. I put number 20 in the ice chest and we are sitting there dranking a beer and all of a sudden something jumps in the boat by my feet and scares the shite out of me. When I settle down I look on the bottom of the boat and see a bass with paw paws bait in its mouth. It was the fish that poped his line about a 2 1/2 pound bass. I guess the fish was trying to jump and shake the bait out and landed in the boat. Needless to say we went back to the landing with 21 fish and he got his bait back. People always look at me funny when I tell them that story but it’s the honest truth. I guess it was god saying something because that was his last time going fishing. He passed away about 2 months later. Would do anything to go fishing with him again. Love that old man.