Rain stoped early so off we went. All was perfect, the water , the wind, not many boats, and I was full of hope.

Then my bubble burst. Linda caught the first sac and then the second and then the third and then the fourth. To add insult to injury she then caught two bass.

The wind came up real bad so I threw in the towel. I headed home defeated.

One thing did save the day. There was an older gentleman fishing with his 5 year old grandson that kept us entertained. They pull up across the canal from us an started to fish. The young boy deftly cast his little push button rod and reel while grandpa baited his hook with a shiner. The boy instantly caught a chink. Grandpa took it off his hook and he cast again. Just as grandpa picked up his pole, bam, the boy had another one. This kept up for seven fish and grandpa had none. You should have heard the banter between the two. It was so funny. We left and because of the two our day ended on a good note. Thankful for another great day God created for us.

“gene”