lol

If you really were just joking then why did you get jealous?

Suddenly, not a fan of '57 chevy's

I grew up in E. Texas and my grandparents had a lakefront house on Livingston (right across from what was Galloways back in the 80's) I would spend most of every summer at my grandparents house fishing from sunrise to sunset. There were a couple of boathouses and about 100 yards of shoreline rip rap, I learned every nook and cranny of the rip rap and knew every ambush spot and brush pile around the docks. My grandpa would sit and drink coffee and watch me fishing from his front porch in the morning before going to work. In the evenings we would take his bass tracker to a little spring fed creek that always held fish in the summer.
When I was in college my grandpa passed away suddenly while sitting on his front porch talking to my uncle. My grandma sold the place a couple of years later and so I only went back a couple of times because I was still close with some of the neighbors.
Last year my dad, who just turned 78 wanted to go back with me and my son, who was 15 at the time, for what may be his last time. So we got a hotel room in Livingston and went the next day. My son, who has autism, had never caught a bass on his own, so I tied on the same bait I used to use and told him exactly where to cast and he caught his first bass. Then he caught another and another. I've never seen him so proud. We all took pictures in front of my granddad's old place, and I could feel his presence still there on the front porch drinking coffee and cheering us on.

I grew up in E. Texas and my grandparents had a lakefront house on Livingston (right across from what was Galloways back in the 80's) I would spend most of every summer at my grandparents house fishing from sunrise to sunset. There were a couple of boathouses and about 100 yards of shoreline rip rap, I learned every nook and cranny of the rip rap and knew every ambush spot and brush pile around the docks. My grandpa would sit and drink coffee and watch me fishing from his front porch in the morning before going to work. In the evenings we would take his bass tracker to a little spring fed creek that always held fish in the summer.
When I was in college my grandpa passed away suddenly while sitting on his front porch talking to my uncle. My grandma sold the place a couple of years later and so I only went back a couple of times because I was still close with some of the neighbors.
Last year my dad, who just turned 78 wanted to go back with me and my son, who was 15 at the time, for what may be his last time. So we got a hotel room in Livingston and went the next day. My son, who has autism, had never caught a bass on his own, so I tied on the same bait I used to use and told him exactly where to cast and he caught his first bass. Then he caught another and another. I've never seen him so proud. We all took pictures in front of my granddad's old place, and I could feel his presence still there on the front porch drinking coffee and cheering us on.

I grew up in E. Texas and my grandparents had a lakefront house on Livingston (right across from what was Galloways back in the 80's) I would spend most of every summer at my grandparents house fishing from sunrise to sunset. There were a couple of boathouses and about 100 yards of shoreline rip rap, I learned every nook and cranny of the rip rap and knew every ambush spot and brush pile around the docks. My grandpa would sit and drink coffee and watch me fishing from his front porch in the morning before going to work. In the evenings we would take his bass tracker to a little spring fed creek that always held fish in the summer.
When I was in college my grandpa passed away suddenly while sitting on his front porch talking to my uncle. My grandma sold the place a couple of years later and so I only went back a couple of times because I was still close with some of the neighbors.
Last year my dad, who just turned 78 wanted to go back with me and my son, who was 15 at the time, for what may be his last time. So we got a hotel room in Livingston and went the next day. My son, who has autism, had never caught a bass on his own, so I tied on the same bait I used to use and told him exactly where to cast and he caught his first bass. Then he caught another and another. I've never seen him so proud. We all took pictures in front of my granddad's old place, and I could feel his presence still there on the front porch drinking coffee and cheering us on.

I have fond memories of everyone in the OT having a sense of humor.

It’s a family forum so I can’t