I was served my coffee this morning "on the dock". While relaxing and watching Jeff fish I marveled at how peaceful and quiet it was - total relaxation - just like you see in pictures.....adirondack chairs, hot coffee in hands, dog sitting by my side (well kinda), husband fishing and telling me about his day, ...... get the picture??
No fish were hungry this morning, but they did have a little "piss and vinegar" in them - now really what kind of statement is that, where on earth did it come from - anyway, just as Jeff reeled in the pole for the last time and was putting it away a fish jumped right in front of the dock. It was so close and so loud it jumped all of us (Jeff, me, Piper and Winnie, or course!)and it didn't help that he stuck his tongue out and said, Nah,nah,nahnah, nah!!! Yup, the pole went back in the water! Then another (or probably the same little devil) jumped in the cove. I was done with coffee!! My pole went in the water too. Thinking to myself, "this place must be loaded with fish", " I bet I'll put my line in and in no time I'll be the fishing champ of the morning!" "Won't Jeff be ticked when I start catching all the fish", I can picture him saying, "I gotta go, I've got things to do today" to which I would reply, "Okay, honey, I'll catch a few more fish and be right there!", Crap do I even have a fishing license?"
As, we fished and watched them jumping around us (and no, they were not alewives, they were big fish - we could see them jumping) we reeled in empty line after empty line. Then the morning changed.....
"I'm out of coffee"! "Just a couple more casts, okay Jeff?" "Try over there, Pam", "Winnie, stop whinning!", "Hey, where'd Piper go?" "Oh, I might have bite..... no.......... weeds" "Man, the mosquitos are thick". You've got one on your arm (slap!), got it", "Okay, two more casts and I'm done", "Alright two more casts and I'm done", "Winnie, sit still you're scaring the fish", "Piper, get out of the boat". Again, get the picture????
So, what is it about fishing that's relaxing? Sometimes it seems more like a morning workout - stand up, sit down, chase a dog, slap mosquitos, run for more coffee, run to the bathroom, chase a dog, turn red cause I'm so ticked at the fish, cast and cuss, that's it I'm not calling it fishing anymore. On my dock - it's now known as "Cast and Cuss"! Come sit and relax a spell!
No fish were hungry this morning, but they did have a little "piss and vinegar" in them - now really what kind of statement is that, where on earth did it come from - anyway, just as Jeff reeled in the pole for the last time and was putting it away a fish jumped right in front of the dock. It was so close and so loud it jumped all of us (Jeff, me, Piper and Winnie, or course!)and it didn't help that he stuck his tongue out and said, Nah,nah,nahnah, nah!!! Yup, the pole went back in the water! Then another (or probably the same little devil) jumped in the cove. I was done with coffee!! My pole went in the water too. Thinking to myself, "this place must be loaded with fish", " I bet I'll put my line in and in no time I'll be the fishing champ of the morning!" "Won't Jeff be ticked when I start catching all the fish", I can picture him saying, "I gotta go, I've got things to do today" to which I would reply, "Okay, honey, I'll catch a few more fish and be right there!", Crap do I even have a fishing license?"