My fondest childhood memories where of summers fishing in Corpus Christi and other surrounding waters where my loving grandfather and father would fish for hours from early dawn to sundown creating memories handed down from generation to generation. I am grateful and blessed for having those memories. I remembered a time when my grandfather came home from work and my grandmother took one look at him and she knew he had gone fishing….I guess the string of fish and his rolled up sleeves and pants gave him away along with a grin on his face. That smile told me it was all worth it.