tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post8345684979474005519..comments2024-03-28T00:31:57.850-06:00Comments on Twelve Makes a Dozen: Fishing with GrandpaBossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06075110454901078505noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-61548910348061084742011-07-18T19:25:29.803-06:002011-07-18T19:25:29.803-06:00Really neat story. What a patient grandpa you had....Really neat story. What a patient grandpa you had. <br />I used to love fishing with my dad out of a skiff in the Keys. Anyone with the patience to fish, has the patience for a child.Arkansas Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156004753267665579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-77657722523465422942011-07-18T18:07:23.166-06:002011-07-18T18:07:23.166-06:00Oh my I have such a smile on my face; that was an ...Oh my I have such a smile on my face; that was an adorable fish story. We fished a lot through the years; but my fondest memories is the time I was fishing with my father and while I went off to play he put a fish on my hook and called to tell me I had one. He was such a precious soul. <br />Blessings to you today for the fun and the memories.LeAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18107717294803352571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-70466388803115489382011-07-18T16:54:32.670-06:002011-07-18T16:54:32.670-06:00Im to impatient for foshong and i just dont like f...Im to impatient for foshong and i just dont like fish except for store bought stuff like salmon... i remember when we hadf those fish thank goodness for the store bought tilapia we had with itPrima Donnanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-44012312108414684352011-07-18T15:53:32.287-06:002011-07-18T15:53:32.287-06:00I loved this post!! It sounds like you have wonde...I loved this post!! It sounds like you have wonderful memories of fishing with your grandfather and now you're creating those same amazing memories for your kids!!!Helenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10743718606624231459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-12604040719547630452011-07-18T11:33:11.535-06:002011-07-18T11:33:11.535-06:00Beautiful post. Love how you recall those moments ...Beautiful post. Love how you recall those moments with grandpa. I too would be heaving while the fish was cleaned... can't fault him there- yuck! Good for your sweetie for catching the fish (don't think I would be able to do that either) I am not a nature gal- sucks for my kids.<br /><br />Thank you for stopping by Surviving Motherhood.mommysankeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10873426470483294288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-56062156470167535182011-07-18T10:46:02.252-06:002011-07-18T10:46:02.252-06:00I really like this entry. It reminds me of fishing...I really like this entry. It reminds me of fishing with Grandpa as well. I think that you may have drastically increased the size of Community, though. I'd have guessed 120 yds long and 30-40 yds wide! Also, only old-time locals call it "Community." It's known throughout the regular world as "Lake Hill."<br /><br />~RNatalie Ockeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14069342978899422125noreply@blogger.com