“Kramer, you have to be the worst Fishing Guide I ever heard of!”
“But you have heard of me?”
Hey, I’m not that bad. Or maybe I am, but frankly, I don’t care. Doesn’t bother me. At least, not too much.
“But you have heard of me?”
Did a late lunch reading, then ambled home, a little leftover brisket for the cat, a fresh box of Canadian Night Crawlers for my friends in the lake, and as I wandered downtown, I noticed that traffic was backing up. The lights were out.
In the dark, sort of. Didn’t bother me a bit. Not too much, anyway. The power was out at Shady Acres, and I had a fresh dozen worms that needed to be refrigerated, and since the power was out, no e-mail, no phone, no electric anything?
Might as well fish.
Cherchez les poissons!
Wasn’t much. I mean, the power out and all, and I suppose that did greatly inconvenience some folks. No e-mail. No phone since all my phones are cordless and require electricity. Reminds me, I need to send them a check. So I was sitting by the edge of the river, watching a cork bob along, and I pulled up a very cranky 4-inch bass. Cool. Got away before I had a chance to get his picture. Obviously from last year, and obviously very healthy, and not so obvious, or maybe it was, a good fighter. Lights came back on, and I worked for real, then I moseyed back down with some frozen shrimp, to try again. Another Sagittarius was down there, and we swapped lies while I caught another little perch, then another 4-inch bass. On a six inch worm. I did get this one’s picture, not letting a little guy like that slip away unnoticed again. I was talking to him, while I grabbed the camera, “But you have heard of me?”
