"Hello?", "This is Dave, can you meet me at the Garage, I need to take my truck in to get the brakes fixed?" "Sure, see you there in a few minutes."
30 Minutes Later: "Your truck is in the shop, my boat is in the driveway, lets screw the rest of the day and go fishing!", "OK, You want to ask Dan to come?" "Sure, call him", "He can't come, he has three jobs to do, lets call Herman." "Sounds good to me." "OK, Herman will meet us at your house in an hour." "Hold on, Hello?.......That was Dan, he canceled his work and wants to go, I didn't have the heart to tell him that we already had three." "No problem, we are using my boat, not yours, four can fish just fine."
To make a short story shorter, we spent 1 1/2 hours catching bait and trashing my boat with mud, minnows and sea grass and spent 6 hours fishing and didn't box a single fish. We actually waded, threw plastic, used cut bait, live bait and said prayers to the fishing god....not a damned thing. Fished behind Mud Island, in the Lydia Ann Channel and on the other side of the causeway and caught nothing but two rat reds and some (only a few) hardheads.
The best thing about the trip was the friendship and the beer.
I really don't like to get skunked, especially when the whole boat gets skunked and this was the second time in as many trips. Next time we are taking Daves boat.
30 Minutes Later: "Your truck is in the shop, my boat is in the driveway, lets screw the rest of the day and go fishing!", "OK, You want to ask Dan to come?" "Sure, call him", "He can't come, he has three jobs to do, lets call Herman." "Sounds good to me." "OK, Herman will meet us at your house in an hour." "Hold on, Hello?.......That was Dan, he canceled his work and wants to go, I didn't have the heart to tell him that we already had three." "No problem, we are using my boat, not yours, four can fish just fine."
To make a short story shorter, we spent 1 1/2 hours catching bait and trashing my boat with mud, minnows and sea grass and spent 6 hours fishing and didn't box a single fish. We actually waded, threw plastic, used cut bait, live bait and said prayers to the fishing god....not a damned thing. Fished behind Mud Island, in the Lydia Ann Channel and on the other side of the causeway and caught nothing but two rat reds and some (only a few) hardheads.
The best thing about the trip was the friendship and the beer.
I really don't like to get skunked, especially when the whole boat gets skunked and this was the second time in as many trips. Next time we are taking Daves boat.
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