well heres another memory of my grandfather.

We went to Caballo Lake NM to go fishing, we were out on his boat in the middle of the lake, i remembeer him telling me how to cast my line and how to lure fish in, i was 12 then.

we were fishing all day, it was fun, we'd sing old mexican songs, drink sodas he had beers. Well he had gotten prett drunk and was agitated taht we had not caught a single fish alllll day.

Well my grandfather got a bite and hooked it. he was bringing it in and was having problems. When it got close we saw why, it was a big catfish. My grandfather fought it for a while and he finnaly got tired of it. lol he pulled out his colt 45 and shot the damn catfish.

"Tengalo cabron" is what he sayed as he shot, i laughed so hard as he pulled in half a catfish, the other half was blown away.

he pulled it into the boat and held up the half catfish with drunken pride and sayed "por la vida!!!" lost his balance and fell into the lake.

lol im gonna miss him