Gone Fishin’ – Throwback Thursday

I remember waking up at 3:30 AM to get ready for all of our family’s fishing trip. Our first stop was always the beach to dig for our own bait. Dad and Grandpa would dig for the worms, Grandma would be holding the bucket, and Mom, my sister and I would be holding the flashlights until the sun rose. It was the family activity that always made our family bond stronger.