One of the joys I have been waiting on was to take my first grandson fishing. He just turned 3 so my last time home, I loaded him up in his car seat in “grandpas big brown truck” and we went to Walmart.
After much deliberation (as much as a 3 year boy can deliberate), he chose the “McQueen “ pole.
A nice bage of bobbers, hooks, sinkers and a tackle box along with a bucket o worms and we headed home.
Three bluegills later, we walked back up to the house.
My heart full of grandpa pride for the event we shared.
After much deliberation (as much as a 3 year boy can deliberate), he chose the “McQueen “ pole.
A nice bage of bobbers, hooks, sinkers and a tackle box along with a bucket o worms and we headed home.
Three bluegills later, we walked back up to the house.
My heart full of grandpa pride for the event we shared.
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