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. 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. 
Reply With QuoteTen is a far cry from zero! About the wife not believing you went fishing thing...About 7 years ago, me and a buddy were doing a lot of fishing at Hardy Lake which is just East of Scottsburg Indiana. His wife would call him at least twice during each outing. This of course didn't sit very well with either of us. So one day after fishing, she looks at me and accuses me of taking him to Scottsburg to meet women...she was serious as a heart attack too. We were bringing in a basket of fish too, she was paranoid.
They split up several years ago...your comment made me laugh and immediately think back to her accusing me of taking him to a whore house.LOL
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