as
well. Dee looked at me after the fish was on the deck and says to me in his sweetest tone, “man he pulled good.” I wasn’t im- pressed and told him so.
Well, with the fish still on the deck and Dee get- ting ready to bleed it, I clambered over all the crap that was strewn about the boat to get to the anchor line. I opened the anchor box and noticed I only had about 20-ft or rode left, which meant that I had over 260-ft of anchor rode out. Dee looked in the box and said to me, “boy, you’re almost out of rope!”
I tell you - if looks could kill, I would have been charged with murder. It took a while to pull all that rope the whole time Thomas helped me by grunting every time I gave a pull. He is always very helpful.
Well that’s the story believe it or ... Well, I hope you don’t, but it was true.
That night, Dee caught all four fish. I would have to live with that for at least the rest of the week. I was going to have to hear how
those fish pulled
and how he caught
all of them and
how he was so
glad we decided to
go that evening.
Yep, life was good
for some of us.
For others of us...
not so good.
Before you
get to feeling all
that bad for me, which you should. Fishing being a fickle lady at best. The next week Dee and I went fishing again. This time, we took a friend or maybe I should say an acquaintance named Charlie Harchy. Now, me and Dee often took out another guy when we went fishing. We really didn’t like to share the boat, but we did like having another limit to catch so that’s where the other guy came in. When we would do this we always made a money bet five bucks on first, five bucks on the big- gest and five bucks on the most. Let’s just say this is a story for another day. But, I would like to say that the Fishing Goddess smiled on a different fisherman on that day and that I just loved spending Harchy’s and the old man’s money that next week. I would like to add right here that on that day the boat limited. Some of us caught a boatload of fish while others didn’t catch squat.
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