“I can’t, Granddaddy!” …… “It’s gonna get away!”….. “Hurry up!”…… “Help me!…. “Hurry!”…… “It’s too heavy!”…. I’d caught lots of fish on my other grandfather’s small farm in East Texas. But now I was sitting in a boat on Lake Possum Kingdom, and the red and white bobber had taken a sudden dive under... Sign in to see full entry.