Fishing is one of my favorite things to do. If I could, I would go fishing every day. One weekend in Austin, my granddad decided he wanted to go fishing. It surprised me that he wanted to go because he never really talked to me about fishing. Usually when I visited we just hung around the house and I would help him with whatever he needed done–mow the yard; drive him around to different places in Austin. Not this weekend, this weekend we were going fishing. We loaded up the Cadillac with our supplies and took a short trip down to Town Lake. The lake was just a few blocks from the house. Now this isn’t going to be a story about the twelve pound bass or the one that got away. They all got away. Actually, they never even came our way. I didn’t catch anything. Grandpa was a little luckier than me. He did catch some Zzzzz’s. We only stayed at the lake for about three hours and he slept half the time. It was still a good trip because it was time spent with my grandpa!!