|He: "Wow" |
He: "Have any luck with that thing?"
Me: "Not today."
He: "Ever catch 'em here?"
Me: "Last two times I did pretty good."
He: "Better than regular poles?"
Me: "It depends. Are you using live bait?"
Me: "I'd have a chance if it weren't for the bait."
Our summer season awoke on Memorial Monday and she was a cruel mistress right off the bat. The truck's thermometer climbed to ninety-four and a slight breeze did little to keep my under carriage dry. Sunday's storm left behind thick brown water and a clear blue sky. The rain's added moisture slipped the humidity dial past eleven and settled it on "Midwest." A perfect day for fishing and a terrible day for catching...
|Tying tippet in the shade|
Two hours later and we met up again, this time in the parking lot.
|He: "Didn't catch a damn thing."|
Me: "I didn't do much better."
|It ain't much, but it's beautiful|
He may not know we were competing, and he may not know he lost.
Side note: this is my first foray into the "read more" world. I'm not going to do this all the time, but I'm curious how it works and if I can add it to the repertoire for future stuff. If it all goes wrong, I'll fix it and we'll be back to normal in no time. I'm curious what you think....see comment button below