September
16, 1998
My
Grandfather, Dave Bennett, was a fishing fanatic.
He went to Mexico and lived on the beach for five months at a time
every year just so he could fish. He
has more reels than he has fishing poles, and more tackle than you can
imagine.
He goes to
Mexico and gets real tan, and then comes home with loads of fish.
He made fish jerky, smoked fish and canned fish.
He caught sailfish, dorado, marlin, yellow fin, mahi mahi, and lots
more. He still loves fishing.
He goes out
in Princeton Harbor with my aunt to catch fish.
He collects metal weights from tires and melts them into weights.
He also makes his own lures, all night long, sitting on the floor in
the living room.
My grandpa
likes to shoot rifles and handguns. He also likes riding his bike around
Mexico. A while ago he got highway robbed and they stole all his expensive
things. My grandpa
is going to fly next time.
For a while
instead of fishing he’s been putting together puzzles. My grandpa has esophageal cancer in his lungs. I don’t think
he will go fishing for a while.
All in
all, my grandpa is a pretty good guy. I will remember him forever.
