Thread: Humble pie

President's day found me with the itch an a buddy from Tn who'd met me at the Pennsulia ramp. We readied the boat up in the parking lot, when we made it to the ramp, we sat an waited on others reading their boat on the ramp. After cleansing myself of anger on the way out, we'd made the area where I wanted to try my hand at long lining. After loosing enough lead to supply Walmarts wheel balancing for a year, decided to go back to my ole reliable spider rig. By 10:30, never heard the starting gun, but my buddy an I felt like we were in the middle of a race coarse for boats. The screen on my Helix looked like a serrated knife. managed to find a quiet, outoftheway spot. No one was there, including the fish. Ready to to jump in with my anchor, I headed for the ramp. In the parking lot, we counted out ten nice fish, all over ten, none over twelve, I looked at my buddy an apologized. He looked at me an said he'd had a great day an would be able to prove to his wife he'd actually gone fishing. He'd served me up some humble pie, how spoiled am I. Guess I needed a day like this to appreciate the days I have four hooked fish flopping from long rods in my boat. Just no more President's day fishing for this ole man.



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