Going fishing with Grandad was an experience.
He had favourite spots where he knew he’d catch whatever was on that day.
He was fussy about his bait. Worms were his preferred bait, prawns for the days when he was more interested in sitting and watching the harbour than catching anything.
He always carried a hessian bag with him to hold his catch. One day he caught a few before realising the bag had a hole in it. He reckoned the fish were swimming out of the bag and back onto his hook.
It was a story to remember.
Written for: https://bikurgurl.com/2017/06/28/100-word-wednesday-week-25/
Morpethroad 
A lovely story💜
Thank you willow you are always so kind and generous.
And honest!
You left out good looking too…lol
Moi? Na! 😊💜🎈
😁
Or did you mean you 😱
No never, people have been know to flee from the sight of me.🤓
No I refuse to believe that!
LOL…put it this way, I have women knocking on my door but sadly they are on the inside trying to get out.
Lol 😎☺💜
Love this!
Thank you..
Most welcome.
This is a feel good story, enjoyed reading it, Michael.
Thanks so much Kitty
Welcome Michael!
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An old anglers tale that LOL, brought a few memories! 🙂
Thank you so much.
Your welcome….
What a sweet tale 🙂 Thank you so much for joining us this week 🙂
Pleasure always..
🙂