Another 95* starry night at the old boat docks at the river. You were fishing, I was catching toads. I loved to go with you  because I got to run up and down the docks looking for critters.
You always laughed at me because the fish you caught used to freak me out. Yuck!!! How could one of your granddaughters NOT like fish??
On this night, you were sitting in the old rickety chair, exhilarated after catching a 3 pound catfish. I was grossed out. You rebaited your hook with some chicken liver. Over your shoulder you yelled, "Watch out! I'm gonna cast out!"
The next thing I knew was your chicken liver flew off of your hook and landed square between my eyes and slowly slid to the ground.  
I couldn't believe it. YUCK!!! I was too grossed out to even touch my face to wash it off....I'm pretty sure Jennifer helped me over to the river bank to clean up. But today, I'm so grateful for the funny story. One that I'll never forget. I love you gramma!