My usual springtime, getting-ready-for-opening-day-of-trout fishing ritual consists of untangling all the fishing poles and lines from the year before. I always try to enlist my wife Kathy or a neighbor lady, whoever is handy, to hold the other end of the line and keep it tight so I can reel it back in easier. Yesterday, I coaxed my wife and the neighbor lady into holding the ends of the lines, so I could do just that. We now live in a 55 and older community called Trilogy. An elderly man (probably younger than me) stopped and stared for a few seconds. With sort of a lecherous smile on his face, he said, "I don't know what you're using for bait, son ... but I'll take a dozen!"
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
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My usual springtime, getting-ready-for-opening-day-of-trout fishing ritual consists of untangling all the fishing poles and lines from the year before. I always try to enlist my wife Kathy or a neighbor lady, whoever is handy, to hold the other end of the line and keep it tight so I can reel it back in easier. Yesterday, I coaxed my wife and the neighbor lady into holding the ends of the lines, so I could do just that. We now live in a 55 and older community called Trilogy. An elderly man (probably younger than me) stopped and stared for a few seconds. With sort of a lecherous smile on his face, he said, "I don't know what you're using for bait, son ... but I'll take a dozen!"
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