[KojlinMakolvin]

It is Fred and I have some terrific memories of fishing with my Grandpa.

Getting out on the lake, just as dawn broke, the water is like glass. The bow of the boat cuts through the water making ripples that go forever. The smell of the lake water mixed with the boat fuel and garlic bait.

Then sitting there, line in the water, waiting for the bobble or strike. He would coo to the fish, "Here fishy, fishy, fishy" as he threw the bait in.

Some of my fondest memories are fishing with my grandfather. We would hit the lake before daylight. A lot of times there was a heavy fog over the water and every fish you heard roll sounded huge. We fished topwater at first light which was exciting. We talked and we shared and we were just two people away from the rest of the world. I wish I could fish with him again. He passed away 7 years ago.