A Night That Couldn't End Suisun! A Fishing Trip With Dee Thomas by Ray Diaz

A Night That Couldn't End Suisun! A Fishing Trip With Dee Thomas by Ray Diaz

A D F E IS E H T I N H G O T M RI P A W S ITH

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a night that couldn’t end Suisun! BY RAY DIAZ

Photos courtesy of Dee Thomas

Ray Diaz wraps up his tale of his trip with Thomas

B

y 5 a.m. the storm had pretty much burnt

itself out. The wind waves calmed down

and it was becoming a bit more comfort-

able. The tide had just about reached its peak and with the change of the tide came the

realization that our fishing trip was just about over.

The top of the tide is pretty good, but once it starts

to roll out - well that’s kind of a slow time and we

had to go to work the next day. It was becoming

time go. Thomas was still asleep and by 6:30 a.m., I

started getting ready to depart.

As I got things in order, I must admit I was in a pretty bad mood. I hadn’t caught a fish all night. I got tossed and thrown about while tending the rods, nothing even came close to hitting the lines, and Thomas - sleeping in the bunk next to me had caught all the fish. Life was not a good thing at this particular point. So, I finally snapped.

I said to Dee, “Hey wake up!”

He said Huh?

I said, “Wake up, we’re going home!”

He said, “What - why?”

His eyes were blood shot and he was confused. You know how it is when you wake up from a sound sleep and the world is at peace. It takes a little while

for your brain to grasp what reality really is. Well that was the place Dee was at. I said, “come on get up and let’s get out of here!”

He stumbled out of the sleeping bag and got his sea legs under him still not really knowing what the hell was going on. When he got up he scratched his head and gave a big grunt saying, “what the hell is the hurry?”

I said, “come on... I have been up all night and it’s time to go.”

He said, “Jesus Christ, bud - what’s the rush - where’s the fire?”

I told him, “there ain’t no fire, there ain’t no rush, were just getting the hell out of here.”

He said, “okay, okay, let me have a cup of coffee and a cigarette and then we can go.”

I said, “NO, we’re going now!”

He laughed that stupid laugh and said, “well bud, you can go right now, but me and this boat are going to have a cup of coffee and a cigarette before we go any place and then, after I am finished, we’ll pull the hook and go home.” I agreed with biggest grump I could have on my face.

“Okay,” he said with a grin. “So, did you catch any- thing last night?”

I replied with few choice words.

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