![]() ![]() ![]() I remember thinking that I would do exactly the same thing some day. Excited, I took the lure to him and he told me that he had caught a large grouper on it. The cool dank smell of the concrete-enclosed bunker, lit up by a single yellow fluorescent bulb dangling from the ceiling, added to the strange but exciting ambience.Īnd the treasures! I remember on one trip to Grandpa’s, after they came back from Mexico, discovering a big white lure I had never seen before. That basement was built in such a way that I felt I was going on a fantastic adventure deep down into a hidden mysterious cavern. It was always an adventure and we would listen raptly to the stories of big fish, close calls and exciting places.Īfter each trip, Grandpa would unload the fishing tackle as well as all kinds of other things they had brought back and store them in the large cement basement behind the main house. The only way to do it back then was to pull a trailer all the way, usually on poor roads. Grandpa Louie was an avid sportsman who had traveled to both Alaska and Mexico many times for the great fishing. ![]()
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