Howdy guys, it’s Monday again. We all know what that means.
I did a lot yesterday. Nothing productive, but a lot of relaxation and a bit of frustration and a lot of sun. Then I got home . . . but I’ll tell you about that after the fact.
My little brother (13) wanted to go fishing yesterday, so we got out our $200 a year membership to a sportsman’s club we go to about once every two years and I tagged along. Now, I’m no pro-fisherman, and I won’t pretend to be; but there was NO REASON why I shouldn’t have been catching fish, because my brother and I were doing the exact same thing.
We were there from 11 am until about 4:30 pm. He caught SIX FISH by about two o’clock, and the four year old about 5 yards down the lake from us caught a fish. And me? Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Eventually, we came to the conclusion that he had a psychic connection with anything stupid and I had a psychic connection with anything smart, meaning my fish would be too smart to be tricked into getting hooked. It made sense, because every time my bobber bobbed (always only ONCE) and I reeled in after a minute, the bait was gone.
Finally we switched rods (we practically had the same exact set-up) and I caught three fish in the first ten mintues. My brother, you ask? Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Then we left to go to the driving range (I still suck at golf). I got home around 5:15, and I managed to develop a wicked sunburn on my right arm, and there is a line where my hair thing was around my wrist. Now I’m in pain.
Okay, class is starting. See you on Friday!