You're lucky. I only met one of my grandfathers, he died when I was three. Only thing I remember was seeing him in the casket...

Sad, but now you get to have the experience on this end. I have no grandkids. Life is littered with tradeoffs.

Sweet Mother!!

Good thing Grampa had a hold of the rod when the fish hit.

Looking at the size of the fish compared to the child, it coulda been the other way around

"Local fish makes good, catches record human!"

Now that's funny!