Grandpa's Fish Story
I love this story of my grandpa's. I begged him to tell it again at his birthday party even though I didn't have the voice recorder ready. Here's the story:
Grandpa was fishing on White Iron Lake where his best friend had a resort. My dad was along, just a boy. Grandpa was using 10-pound test but hooked a big fish. He fought the fish for a long time but couldn't get it in the boat (my dad says it was too big for the net). Grandpa slowly worked his way back to the dock, where he tells my dad to run up to the lodge and "Get the .22."
That's right, they were going to shoot the damn thing so they could land it.
Unable to find the .22, dad runs back with a ball peen hammer.
Wouldn't you know, they landed that fish. With a frickin' ball peen hammer.
I love that story.
Grandpa was fishing on White Iron Lake where his best friend had a resort. My dad was along, just a boy. Grandpa was using 10-pound test but hooked a big fish. He fought the fish for a long time but couldn't get it in the boat (my dad says it was too big for the net). Grandpa slowly worked his way back to the dock, where he tells my dad to run up to the lodge and "Get the .22."
That's right, they were going to shoot the damn thing so they could land it.
Unable to find the .22, dad runs back with a ball peen hammer.
Wouldn't you know, they landed that fish. With a frickin' ball peen hammer.
I love that story.
