Grandma the Fisherman

My Grandmother loved to fish. We took her on numerous fishing trips. You will see a lot of the fishing stories as time goes on. I remember one story of her and grandpa going to the canal to fish and ran into a friend that was there fishing. They got their hooks baited and thrown into the water to wait for that ultimate fish to bite. While waiting this friend seen an plastic tub sitting on the bank and out of curiousity they decided to investigate what was in it. Grandma and Grandpa were always looking for bait as any fisherman would. The gentleman picked up the plastic tub and was looking at it. Being a hot summer day and this tub had sit in the sun for God only knows how long. As the gentleman began to pop the lid on the tub it blew up. Well what was inside the tub was chicken guts that someone else had brought for bait and left sit when they left. I remember grandma belly laughing as she would tell the story. She said, "those guts must of went 10 ft. in the air and came back down and drapped around his neck and all over me." Grandma told us they were the most awful smelling and they didn't manage to be able to fish much longer because they stunk so bad and needed baths. I loved to listen to Grandma's story's they are awesome.