A story of my fishing trip in Pennsylvania. It was the first day that I wondered what my grampy was doing so I went out he was fishing so I joined him. With my fishing rod. But we caught no fish
The next fishing trip we got our fishing poles got on the boat
It was a process cause my grandpa is a little handicapped I guess his feet are numb so he can’t feel his feet and so its a big process Then tomorrow night we fried them up
And it tasted good my grampy makes good fish!