No memorial service here, just a guy out on the lake, fishing.
We covered a couple of areas, and although the fish were, literally, hitting the surface, jumping, the standard joke applies, at least for me, it seemed that way.
“Only way you’ll catch a fish today is if one jumps in the boat.”
Very funny. Ha.
“Anyone asks, just tell them we boated nine fish between the two us.”
Right.
At the last minute, rain clouds starting to form up, the formerly sunny day starting to develop a nasty little chop to it, I felt the tug at the end of the line. Not just any fish, but the biggest fish of the day.
It was a means to an end.
