My grandfather took me out fishing for the first time in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina when I was about 10 years old. We didn't catch any fish off the pier that day but I remember watching someone reel in a nice shark from the shore that measured at the very least 5'. I didn't really keep fishing after that since my parents were never into it and my grandfather got really bad arthritis in his wrists, but I did end up buying all my own gear after I turned 17 and got my first car and real job. I wish I could have gone fishing with my grandfather when I was older but that's life I guess. I'm thankful he's still around so I can see the smile on his face when I show him the pictures of all the fish I catch.
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