Pamela learned the love of fishing as a small girl. Pamela's father would wake her up in the middle of the night to take her along on his fishing trips. He didn't like fishing alone. Little did he know what he was embedding in her heart. Pamela's grandfather had done the same to her father. The one thing I remember of my grandfather was his love of fishing. A picture of him in my mind is him holding his fishing pole and metal bait bucket. My grandfather always said if the good Lord takes me I hope it will be fishing or working in my garden. He got his wish as he left to be with the Lord fishing with my father one fine day.
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